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I got in my car just passed noon. I texted Dad to let him know that I was on the road in 5 minutes. He told me to watch traffic on 26. I smirked and texted thanks! I put the phone on hands free and dialed Brett. It rang and went to voice mail. “Hey this is Zach. Just calling to say hey. I’m on my way to lunch with parents. I’ll be back in town about 330-400, then I have the house meeting which is over at 6. You still wanna hang out tonight? I’m free for sure. Let me know, k? Call or text back. See ya.”

I was on the highway; I couldn’t think of what music to play….I remembered that Moby album Brett had played in the shower…I ought to have it on my phone….yup…for a few miles I just got lost in the music and the hum of the road. I scrolled thru my contacts; my eyes fell on my therapist’s number. I dialed.

She is semi-retired and takes on a few clients. We’d been together for more than ten years. We had the understanding since the bad spell my freshman year that I could call anytime, she’d bill a week day session to my parents account. On the third ring she answered. “Hi, Carol, Zacharias here…how’re you?”

“I’m good, what’s wrong?” she was as direct as ever.

“You’re on speaker phone, hands free in my car. Do you have plans for the next hour?”

I told her everything, well not everything I kept the sex details mostly to myself. I dumped. I got misty eyed in gratitude more than once. She was largely silent. I blew out a huge sigh, “I guess I’m calling to say thanks. I’m living the freedom we discussed within all that abstract talk we covered in sessions.”

“Yes. Yes. I’d say you were….listen Zacharias, You haven’t asked anything of me in this call…so I’m not going to advise you on anything….you’re happy I can hear it….I accept your thanks then, my friend.”

“That’s what I hoped for, just acceptance of what I offer….Carol. I love you, my friend.”

“Well it would be unprofessional of me to reply in kind….but fuck professionalism, I love you too Zacharias.” She was the only one who called me that because she made it sound right.

“I want to call you again, next weekend alright?”

“Great. Can you email me a time frame, please….I’ve got some things on my books.”

“Certainly thanks for taking my call….bye.”

“Bye. Next weekend.”

I was exiting the highway almost to the restaurant for lunch. After that call I could face Mom’s scrutiny without getting worked up or hurting her feelings. Lunch was fun; I gave all the news from school; asked about their projects. Dad would be travelling for work for a couple of weeks and Mom was joining him for a five day weekend on the end of the trip; we wouldn’t meet for three weeks. Then it was crunch time as tournaments started. In a month then I agreed to spend the day with them. I was looking forward to it actually. I meant it and Mom picked up on that. Goodbyes went quick for a change.

I got back in my car; I’d left my phone in the dash. Voicemail and texts. Voicemail first: Brett, “I-I-I-h-h-h-ate th-h-these…y-y-y-yes. S-s-six th-th-th-thirty, ok-ok?”

Then his text, “Sorry I hate voice mail. But I said I’d call. Yes, I would still like to hang, if 630 is still alright with you. I never know if I am understood when I leave a voice message. Text me back if anything changes.”

The other text was from an unknown number, it was from D, “J said y’all talked a bit this morning. I concur. I want to chill with you….get to know each other. Workout? Study time? Movie/dinner? Open to suggestion….”

I saved his number and texted back, “Me three!!! bursa escort I’ve got a little time here on the road, but I think you’re still working. I’ll be at the house free time from 400-500….quick bite? Tacos?”

I started the car and turned on music, even before I got the car into drive he replied, “TACOS!!!”

“Funny enough my fave? Tres amigos!”

“Hahaha. See you. Drive safe.”

I texted the offer to J just in case, he declined as his Mom wanted to see him about the work we’d done the night before. He was off radar for the rest of the night with a triple frown emoji.

I drove just listening to the music. I thought of the week ahead and opened my calendar on my phone. I highlighted free time what little there was with workouts, practices, class time, course work, and study time and study group. But. But I did have time to myself. Late evenings, Most of the weekends. That same sense of ability, of confidence I’d felt last night was just there for me.

I made good time, rolled into my parking spot at 345. I tidied my room. I stripped and without a fantasy in my head, just the pure feeling of it edged for 5 rich minutes. I grabbed an old, old pair of jeans, they actually were threadbare on my balls and one back pocket was tore, showing my cheek. My basket bounced and jiggled with the recent edge session and the thought of play time to come.

I jogged a little to the taco truck; D was hunched outta the gloom next to the lone bright lamp which gave off some heat. We ‘bro hugged’ hands clenched between our chests. He said, “I ordered for us…the half dozen, chicken no cheeses, s’alright?” I nodded. My lips tingled in memory of how they felt after blowing him this morning….

“Dustin?? Taco’s ready. Salsa?” The platter made my mouth water. I snagged two and stuffed one half ways in my mouth. The little lady laughed me, “Like a hungry bird!” Her accent was adorable. I mumbled, “gracias.’ and tucked my hair back off my left ear. Dustin dropped the change in the jar.

We were silent. I ate my two, he ate three and nodded at the last one, I shook my head it disappeared. “You look good, nice jeans…” he spoke quietly, “Let’s walk back to your house.” I could feel him connecting with my balls as they bounced while we walked slowly just chatting. I took my hand outta my pocket and the length of my shaft lay across the pouch made by the worn button fly.

“Yeah. I got a friend, teammate coming over to play…” I grinned at how good that felt to just say.

“Nice, I got video call with Jess, at least I get to see her come, even if I’m not there….” He sighed.

“Any way of knowing when she’ll be back? You miss her…”

He nodded, “hell yes I miss her. Never loved anyone that hard.” He looked around as if he wasn’t sure where he was. “No. No her schedule can change daily since the merger. Another year of unknowns, at least.”

“Dude, I’m sorry, that sucks…” I caught myself, covered my smile with a cough

D gave a barking laugh, “You almost said, sucks dick didn’t ya?”

I nodded and when he looked at me we both said, “And is sucking dick a bad thing?”

We were on the steps of the house. I was glad to laugh with him. “C’mon in for a sec?”

He looked at his phone, upside down it said 440, and “I got time…”

“I’ve got a house meeting in a bit, but c’mon up.” I showed him around the house; the grand room was filling fast. In my room he flopped on the bed and humped the air for a sec. “What the hell?” Laughing I leaned on my desk.

“This is where you jack off…just getting çanakkale escort a feel for it…” he put his hands behind his head on my pillows, “C’mere a sec…”

I stepped the pace towards him, he pulled me down on top him….we fit right together. He sucked a kiss outta me hard enough my lips went puffy. The ache between my ass and balls flared up.

He broke the kiss, “yup. You make me hot. Not just a one time thing….that’s good. J and I got a great friendship, more than friends, really but still comfortable. I want you like that too. I’ve thought about this today. I know when I fall; I think you and J have too, right?”

I had a lump in my throat. His hands were in the small of my back and I leaned up to put mine on his pecs….”I thought that exact thing this morning with both of you at different times. Like J said to me, we decide where this goes, k?”

He pulled me back down lay flat on top of him. “Yup. So fucking glad we’re all on board…”

We just lay and made out for what seemed only a minute. Someone yelled up the stairs, “5 minutes guys, members only in 5 minutes!”

D and I got up after he drew another hard kiss from me, my lips tingled and it looked like I was almost wearing lipstick. I introduced him to a couple of guys as he left. I saw Dale leaning on the back of one couch; he patted the space next to him. Just as I leaned my hip next to Dale’s, Isaac popped up from the kitchen. We made eye contact and he came over and stood on the other side of me. Damn I thought, I’m glad this is an informal meeting, our bitch session. I’d never be able to take notes as secretary in between these two.

As it was there wasn’t much to bitch about; the usual, pick up after yourself, keep noise down, guests are only during posted hours etc….Dale placed his thick thigh across the back of my legs for a bit. Isaac caught this and I saw that even though he scowled, he had to hide his growing boner with hands in pockets. Dale caught that too. Hell, why not, I thought? I saw my self in a reflection in a mirror in the back of a display case framed by two taller handsome studs.

My hair was wavy messy behind my ears. My eyes shone and my lips were definitely abused, puffy and deeply flushed. The polo I was wearing showed off my biceps and delts; my nipples were hard little points in front. The shirt was older, thin enough, snug enough that the top two pair of my eight pack abs pressed thru. The jeans hung low on my hips so that when I moved the shelf of the top of my butt was exposed; just a little crack showing too. The jeans hugged my thighs when I moved. My pube showed if I raised my arms. Best asset of all was my basket. The length of my shaft pointed to the left; I was cut so the ridge of my head made a clear line. My balls were cupped nicely by the pouch made from years of wear. When I moved they rolled, shifted in the pouch.

I leaned back to arch and stretch my back standing; that exposed my pube in my snug old jeans, both guys sideways eyed me. I put my elbows on the back of the couch next and slightly spread my legs, one in front of Isaac, the other in front of Dale. Isaac shifted to bump my ass lightly once with the back of his hand still inside pants pocket. I heard Dale draw in a breath. I stood and twisted my spine hands on hips. I caught eye contact from both of them; Dale actually stared down at my package for a long time.

The council announced the agenda then for the formal meeting this Tuesday at 600. I murmured to Isaac, “I’ll get a quick run in before we meet at your studio or we can go right from here…?”

didim escort Isaac’s, “Right away…” sent a chill thru me.

Dale growled out of the side of his mouth, “What was that?”

“Isaac and are doing yoga and massage together Tuesday right after formal. You and I should hang sometime too…”

Other side conversations were starting to build, the council called the meeting. I took a step and leaned my ass on the couch facing the two of them. They looked at each other and began puffing up. “Guys. Chill. No alpha male shit, ok?” Isaac gaped and Dale flushed. I crossed my arms and instead of being assertive, I opened up to them uncrossing my arms and putting my hands next to me on the back of the couch. My back was to the room, but it was hard to be vulnerable. “Let’s keep things open and friendly.”

They both nodded, looking stunned at my vulnerability. They both kinda stepped closer when a couple of loud whoops came from the TV side of the grand room. “OK that’s more like it.” I ‘bro hugged’ Dale then Isaac, “Why don’t you guys go have a beer or two, have some cheesy fries for me. I’ve got a teammate coming over in a bit.” They both looked awkward as hell, “oh and I give you both explicit permission to discuss me and recent ‘events’ in our friendships…” the last I said so only they heard me. I smiled my most winning smile and walked away.

I got to my room, feeling like I was on the mats with a fresh take down under my belt. I stood for a minute and looked at myself in the mirror, the urge to edge roared up my spine. I stuffed the urge and thumped down in front of my laptop to check email and go over this week’s schedule. I jotted a note of thanks to my therapist asking if Saturday midday worked for her. After fifteen minutes of review I was sure I’d get everything done easily and pursue extra-curricular activities.

I had a few minutes to spare. I texted J, “hi!

I then texted Victoria, “Looking at schedule, filling fast, free Thursday 4-6? Study break?”

Got this right back from her, “Hell yeah. Meet at library. Go from there?” “Oh yeah.” And she came back with, “working late right now, other job, gotta go for the night. Glad you got a hold of me. Bye for now. Kisses”

So I added to my calendar: Brett sun 630-? Isaac Mon yoga 7-8, Brett running Mon 11, J Mon phone lunch, Isaac Tue 630, Vic Thur 4-6….I did stand and fist pumped the sky like a champion. I had a few minutes to kill. I opened the pics from the weekend and lightly traced my balls thru the threadbare jeans. I jumped a little when my phone beeped a text from J.

“D called me from Caleb’s’ phone. D lost his phone in your bed?!? hahaha. He’ll be by in a minute to grab it…” I lifted the covers, no phone. I looked under the bed, no phone. I moved the pillows, there it was. I heard him bounding up the stairs. He grinned and slid the phone into his back pocket. “Where’s you buddy, Brett?”

“Not due for another few minutes yet….when do you see Jess?”

“Half hour.” His grin was infectious.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“I’m glad I’m so spacey…”

“Really? Why’s…”

He cut me off by nibbling my lower lip and lifting me off the floor by grabbing both my ass cheeks. His smoothness in setting us down on the bed was awesome. We kissed until I needed to breathe. He stood up, jeans tented by his boner; mine was poking up from the inside of my left pocket. He spied my calendar open on my laptop, “keep Friday booked for us three, ok?” I nodded from my bed. He tapped in “Tres amigos” at 7 Friday night. He readjusted his tented jeans, stuffed one hand to pocket hide his lessening boner, “Gotta run but can I take a pic of you right now for Jess and J?”I nodded. They both texted back, ‘hawtie!’ This is still one of my favorite pics of me. I walked him down the stairs. My phone beeped from my back pocket.

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A Girl’s Fairy Tale Dream Come True Ch. 31

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“Only in the fairy tale, does a girls dream come true” By: precious

Chapter 31

Chris locked the house up and closed the dungeon door behind him. He stood in front of Trish looking down at her. This was their moment. The one moment they had been waiting for.

Chris placed his hands on her shoulders and started kissing her neck and shoulders. He reached behind her and started unzipping her dress slowly.

He slid one finger under each strap of her dress and let the straps drop down her arm and her dress dropped to the floor.

She was quivering from nervousness and excitement all at the same time. When the dress was off it revealed her black thong, garter and stockings and low cut black see through lace camisole that was laced up with black satin ribbon.

Under the camisole was a strapless bra that buttoned in the front.

As the dress hit the floor he told her “Step out of it precious”

She did as he asked.

He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer to him. She was running her hands up his back and caressing him.

He slowly brought his hands down and for the first time he was fixing to touch her bare skin bottom. As he did he pulled her even closer and pressed against her and he softly moaned in her ear,

“I have wanted to do this for so long ohhmmm.”

“You are to only wear thongs now my love. The others are to be thrown out.”

She moaned. “Yes Master”

He started kissing her neck, cheek and behind her ear then made it to her lips. As he kissed her he reached in the front and loosened the ribbon to her camisole.

He broke the kiss and started kissing down the front of her neck and to her chest. He kissed right to the lace opening of the camisole.

He started kissing her lips again while he ran his hands under her camisole on her back and inched it up slowly. He broke the kiss long enough to remove her camisole over her head.

She was now standing in her thong, strapless bra and garter with stockings.

He put his arm under her knees and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

While she sat he pulled the curtain back and then the got down in front of her on his knees. He slowly unhooked each garter snap and rolled her stockings down one then the other.

He took her by the hand and stood her up and hooked his fingers on each side of the garter and slid it down.

He had her to sit again and he put her higher in the bed onto the pillows. He stood by the bed and undressed.

When he got to his boxers she kind of closed her eyes not wanting to be embarrassed or to embarrass him. This was their first time seeing each other naked.

He crawled in bed with her and pulled a sheet up around his waist. He pushed her legs open and sat between them on his knees and then he leaned down on her and instructed her,

“Open your eyes”

She smiled. She looked at him. “I love you”

“I love you too, very much” He kissed her and leaned more on his right forearm next to her so as not to put all his weight on her.

He used his left hand to unhook her bra.

She closed her eyes as he lifted and she felt it fall away from her.

“Open your eyes”

She looked at him and brought one finger to her mouth and started to nibble on her nail.

“Your beautiful” he said as he moved her hand. He let his chest lean on hers and he kissed her again.

He shifted back on his forearm and started tracing her chin then down her neck to between her breasts. She quivered under his touch.

He started kissing her between her breasts then down her tummy then sat up on his knees.

He put a finger on each side of her thong. She was so nervous. What if he wasn’t pleased? What if she isn’t what he expected?

She closed her eyes again as he slid them down. She lifted just a little so he could remove them.

He laid down on her and again told her “Open your eyes precious, keep them open”

“I want to see your eyes love” “Understand love?”

So very nervous that her teeth are even nearly chattering, “Yes Sir”

“I am going to make love to you precious, No playing or a scene. I want our first time to be very special”

She nodded.

He kissed her then lifted up and looked down at her. Starting at her shoulders, he ran his hands down the front of her body letting the tips of his fingers caress her.

She moaned as his finger tips ran across her now hardened nipples. He ran his finger tips down her sides and to her hips and then her thighs.

He pushed her legs open wide but let them lay on the bed.

He placed the head of his manhood at her entrance then ran it up and down in small motions getting it wet from her moisture.

He leaned down on her and looked into her eyes as he very slowly slid inside of her.

She fought to keep her eyes open, it felt so good. It was only half way in and they both moaned out.

He leaned down and kissed her and sucked on her bottom lip then looked up at her as he slid the rest of the way in.

He pressed in hard when he felt her begin to tighten around erzincan escort him.

“Oh precious, you are so wonderful”

She whimpered and moaned as he began slowly sliding in and out. Every few strokes he would push in harder so she could feel every inch as she tightened and squeezed him.

He would keep the pace slow and steady doing all he could to please not only him but her.

He wanted this to be like nothing she had ever experienced. Every so often he would pick up the pace for a few strokes and she would have multiple orgasms.

He pivoted his hips and slowly stroked her pulling nearly all the way out then back in again. He had made it last as long as he could.

He was beginning to feel like he couldn’t make it last much longer and started kissing her and slowed his pace.

He broke the kiss “Look at me precious”

He looked into her eyes as he picked up the pace enough to bring them both to the breaking point.

When he felt the wave hit him he didn’t stop the pace. As he filled her with his warmth he whispered to her “I love you.”

She was unable to answer at first due to the multiple orgasms as the warmth inside of her started.

He pressed in and held her to allow her to be fully satisfied. She wrapped her legs around him and held onto his back and nibbled on his shoulder as she squeezed really tight and they both moaned out.

“Ohhh I love you too Master”

He kissed her deeply as she slowly loosened her grip on him. He began sliding out of her very slowly. She groaned as he withdrew from her.

He kissed her neck then whispered in her ear, “Now we play”

She thought on how wonderful this has already been. It was just like she dreamed it to be. He is so good to her and patient to meet her needs as well as his own.

He reached over and grabbed one of the wash cloths on the stand by the bed and wiped himself then laid it between her legs.

She opened her legs more and loved his touching her and the modestly she felt earlier was no longer there.

She loved the feeling of being taken care of and exposed before him as he cleaned her. He laid the cloth down and reached under the pillow for the warming oil. He opened it and started pouring the warm oil all over her.

“ohhhaww”

“Is it hot love?”

“More then warm but it isn’t burning me”

“Good” he rubs the oil all over her. She is slick and glistening all over.

He leaned on top of her and whispered “turn over” she felt the oil heating up especially around her nipples in the sensitive areas.

“Is it supposed to be getting hotter?”

“Yes my love it is”

As she turned over he started pouring more oil on her slicking the back of her body now. He ran his hand down her crack making sure there is oil on every inch of her.

He ran his hands up her thighs purposely avoiding her entrance.

After he had her completely covered he massaged her back and butt up and down with his hands.

The oil began heating up and she just moaned. He pulled her up by her hips and had her on all fours.

He ran his fingers on his left hand between her butt cheeks.

Loving the touch of his hands on her she was trying to back against him.

He smacked her butt “stay still my precious”.

The sting on her skin heated her inside. He smacked her cheek again as she moaned from the first smack.

He brought his hand down a few more times. Each smack made her want him even more.

“Oh Master”

“What is it precious?”

She was silent.

“Tell me what you want precious”

He smacked her again a little harder.

She moved to the side a little as a reaction from the sting and he did it again.

“Tell me what you want precious”

This was an area she needed help in, being able to be more verbal.

He smacked the other cheek.

She moaned and backed closer to him and he smacked her harder.

“Don’t move talk to me precious, tell your Master what you want”

“I want to feel you inside of me again” she said in a low tone.

He poured more oil on her and massaged her as she answered him.

He smacked her twice really hard.

“I can’t hear you love”

“I want to feel you inside of me again Master” she said a little louder.

“That’s better my love.”

He poured some oil in the palm of his hand and rubbed it in all over himself.

She could not see this. He moved her legs apart with his knees. He felt the oil heating up but he knew it would be much hotter for her inside.

He placed the head barely at her entrance. She tried to back against him and he moved.

“NO my love, we are going to do this my way. Understand?”

“Yes Sir” she mumbled.

He smacked her cheeks again, one then the other. He placed it back at her entrance.

“Tell your Master what you want”

“I want you Master” She whined.

Even though she was using a low tone he gave her a tiny bit of the head.

She moaned wanting so badly to just push against him with all she erzurum escort has.

“Tell your Master what you want”

“I want more Master”

He smacked her again “louder my love”

“I want more of you Master”

He gave her a little bit more and she quivered. She thought it was beginning to feel hot and thought maybe just a little oil may have slipped down.

He rubbed and massaged her cheeks and ran his finger with heating oil still on it between her butt cheeks and pressed lightly against her hole with his thumb.

One hand massaging and touching her butt while the other holding himself at her entrance.

“Talk to me precious”

“Ohh Master I can’t stand this please give it all to me”

He couldn’t help but smile at her pleading.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want precious, I’ll give it to you”

“I want to feel all of you Master, deep inside of me”

He gave her half.

“Ohh Master Pleeease”

“Doesn’t it feel good precious”

“Yes Master but I want all of it please give me all of it”

She started to lean towards him only slightly and he withdrew almost completely.

She groaned deeply.

“I told you to be still precious” He kept his tone soft and even through the whole process.

She wanted him so bad she was aching all over.

“I will be still Master please give it back to me” she whimpered and begged.

He pulled out and laid it between her cheeks as he leaned across her back and reached under her and caressed her breasts.

“If you were a good girl and stayed still you would have it now”

“I will be still, I promise”

He started pinching her nipples and pulling on them.

“Ohhh Master, uhh ommm”

She was so hot and wanting him so badly she hadn’t realized just how hot she was getting on the inside from the heating oil.

He leaned up and poured more heating oil on himself and rubbed it in and around and then placed the head completely in her entrance.

She groaned with pleasure.

“Thank You Master”

“Give me more please Master” She begged.

“Is this what you want my precious?”

He rubbed just the head around her entrance.

“Yes Master, please please give it to me”

He gave her a little bit more. She shivered all over. She was careful not to move against him.

“Very good precious” “Tell Master what you want”

“I want you deep inside of me Master”

He gave her a little more and moved it around. It was so hard to stay still. He pulled out a little while waiting on her to beg for more and she thought he was taking it out completely again and she started begging.

“NO Master, please don’t take it please”

There was no mumbling in that plea.

“I’m not taking it precious” and he gave her a little more and slid in and out to the head and back to nearly half.

“Ohh Master please give your precious one all of you”

“I want to please you Master, I want to give you my warmth”

“Please give me all of you so I can please you”

She was talking and asking for what she wanted and pleased him very much. He withdrew almost all of it and then plunged deep inside of her.

She moaned and groaned loudly, “Ohh ugg Ohh God Master, Ohh Thank you”

She was having one orgasm after the other and he just plunged deeper and deeper and pressed hard inside of her at each climax. He held onto her hips and pounded her.

In and out of her he slid. She moaned and thanked him the whole time. He slowed the pace and she tried to catch her breath then he suddenly began stroking again faster and steady.

It wasn’t long he was feeling his time coming close to the end.

She could hear in his breathing and moans he was close and she was letting hers build up. He slowed the pace and after just a few strokes he was moaning loud with his and her orgasms flooding together.

She was squeezing him and milking every drop.

He pressed deeply inside of her and grabbed her hair and whispered, “Is that what you wanted precious?”

“Was it as good as the fantasy you had”

“It was exactly what I wanted and even better then the fantasy Master”

He kissed and nibbled on her shoulder.

As their breathing calmed and the heat began to wear off in their passion, he started to withdraw then she realized the heating oil on the inside.

She lay on the bed on her side and placed her hand between her legs squeezing.

“Ohh Master it burns, it burns”

Smiling knowing exactly what was burning he said, “What’s burning precious?”

“Inside, Inside of me it is burning!”

“Well lay on your back and I will get a wet wash cloth”

She kept her hands down there but wasn’t paying attention to where he was or what he was doing.

He went to the freezer and pulled out a home made freeze pop.

“Open your legs love and let me cool it off”

She laid on her back and opened her legs wide letting her knees bend and fall to the side. He reached down and quickly shoved the Popsicle bursa escort inside of her.

She nearly came off the bed.

“Master!”

“Don’t move”

“but it’s cold Master”

“Make your mind up precious, first it is too hot now it is too cold”

“Is it burning anymore?”

“No Master”

“Good, I don’t want my love to be in pain”

He was sliding the Popsicle in and out slowly and it was melting and running down her crack. She moaned. It actually felt good, cold but good.

“Feel good precious?”

“Yes Master, does it please you?” she was putting on the charm.

“Yes it pleases me very much” He used the Popsicle to wash her and pulled it out and ran it between her lips he even let it hit her clit several times which made her shiver.

“Oh so you like that love”

“Yes Master”

He opened her up with his fingers. She always thought about being open and before him.

He put the very little bit of Popsicle that was left in the silver bowl. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed.

“Lift up precious”

She lifted and he put the pillow under her. He got up, grabbed a towel out of her drawer and wrapped it around himself. He quickly washed his hands.

He walked to the side of the bed and cuffed her hands above her head.

She thought this was better then the last time she was cuffed here.

He put the ankle cuffs on and unhooked the chains at the end of the bed and pulled her legs open as he hooked the ankle chains to the wrist rings.

He got back between her legs and explored her with his fingers.

“Look up precious”

When she looked up she could see him touching her and opening her and partially inserting his fingers.

She whimpered at his every touch.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned at the taste of her

“Very good my love”

As exposed as she wanted to be she was a bit bashful at his tasting her, until he leaned in and starting doing it with his tongue. He opened her with his fingers and flicked her clit with his tongue.

He pressed his tongue against her clit and circled it and nibbled it. The cuffs kept her in place but she pulled at them as she tightened up and squeezed. It felt too good to watch him tasting her and devouring her.

He sucked and nibbled and licked her. He sucked on her lips and plunged his tongue inside of her. He opened her right at the top by her clit. She felt like she was about to be split but she loved it.

“Open me Master, take all of me”

She moaned and lifted her bottom trying to press against his face as he circled her clit.

He kept a steady pace until he felt her warmth fill his mouth.

She shook and trembled.

He got up on his knees wiped the remaining oil off and removed his towel. She was groaning at the feel of what he had just done to her.

When she felt him get up between her legs she looked up and watched as he entered her.

This was the first time she had actually seen him. He held onto her thighs and pushed and pulled himself in and out of her.

He saw her looking at them in the mirror.

“Feel good precious?”

“Yes Master”

“Do you like watching me going inside of you?”

She whimpered, “Yes Sir”

He slowed the pace and allowed her to watch every inch go in and out of her.

She tightened around him.

“Cum again for me baby” he stroked her several fast times and as he requested she cum again and again.

Lifting her bottom she was squeezing him.

“Good girl, now I want you to hold it. Don’t cum until I tell you precious”

“Yes Sir”

The sound of his voice and the excitement of it all as he started stroking her she couldn’t hold it. He smacked her right thigh.

“Try again precious”

He started stroking her and she held it but felt like her stomach was going to burst.

He stroked really slow. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on pleasing him and not letting go before he asked for it.

“Open your eyes precious”

He plunged deep inside of her.

She shook and started to tighten and held it.

“Very good precious”

He started stroking her again and again and again.

“Now precious”

She exploded all over him.

“That’s my girl”

He stroked her a few more times then withdrew. He stroked himself and rubbed it up and down on her and pressed against her clit.

She thought about what he may be fixing to do. This was another one of her fantasies. She was very excited. She watched him in the mirror. He rubbed her and pressed it in circles as he stroked himself. He used his free hand to open her lips at her clit.

He was already close when he drew out of her and when he stroked it and touched her clit his warmth spilled out all over her. The touch of his warmth on her clit caused a series of multiple orgasms. He let her milk every drop by plunging it inside of her.

“Ohh Master, Ohh Master” She jerked and pulled on the cuffs.

He slowly pulled out and took a cloth off the table and cleaned them both. He lifted the pillow out from under her and laid his towel on the bed under where the pillow was.

He took the leg cuffs off and slowly lowered her legs one at a time. Then he un- fastened her wrist cuffs and lowered her arms.

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A Girl’s Fairy Tale Dream Come True

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Avengers

“Only in the fairy tale, does a girls dream come true” By: precious

If you are looking for a story of graphic sex and erotica you won’t find it here in the beginning (Hang in there and see though what is to come) of this love story of the girl who gets her man. The man we girl’s know we will only see in movies and yet always dream of. The heart of nearly every girl’s fantasy is like the man in this story.

For those who do and don’t know me, this has more true facts in it then fiction. The man in this dream come true fantasy is what I dream of a real Master to be. He doesn’t have to give me all the gifts but all the rest would be a start.

The Trish character of course is me and there is 99% fact on how I feel inside and the things that have happened to me (accept for the 24/7 now lifestyle – That’s still my fairy tale – Frank and Rip were real).

Trish describes exactly what I need and desire in a Master and partner. The other characters hold some truth to them as well only the names have changed, accept for 4.

There is only one character in place with the correct name; His real life character however carried a different name in the story and is mentioned in Trish’s past, can you guess who it is?

Some of Trish’s past is currently happening in my life. Just remember most of the story is fiction so what is actually happening in the story now isn’t actually happening in real life right now, but a girl can dream right?

For the record I know real life, no game playing, word keeping, firm, strong, caring, understanding, willing to be Master men do exist, somewhere.

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Chapter 1

Trish was a single mother of 7. Though there are only 2 still at home David 16 and Michelle 14. She also happens to be raising one of her grandchildren off and on. She struggled all of their growing years just to keep a roof over their head and basic life necessities.

With just the three of them now things had become somewhat easier. Instead of maintaining a large house they all now live in a three bedroom apartment in a fairly nice side of town. She collects social security disability benefits. They attend a little country church and go to most of the local gatherings in town. Some of the gatherings are fund raisers for different charities and there are people they know only briefly.

She also has some very dear friends from church. There are large functions and people come with others that are in that area. Some of the ladies in church and friends have tried to get her to date some of the men edirne escort at these gatherings but nothing or no-one ever seemed right. She knew she had several failed relationships. None ever seemed to understand the deep need she required in a relationship and even when they do understand it they are not ready or willing for it.

It was easier to bear the pain of loneliness then it was the rejection.

Trish had pretty much given up on ever being in any relationships. She had decided to only live for her children and grand-children.

Sometimes after these charity functions they have new visitors in church. Some are relatives visiting or just visitors wanting to get to know them better and seeking a church. This would be the situation in Chris’s case. He was looking for a home church and possibly a nice lady to someday in the far future make his wife.

He has friends who have been trying to get him dating too. He has noticed one woman briefly from a distance but hasn’t given it much thought. That would be Trish. He finds her interesting, just seems to be something about her he can’t put his finger on. He has seen her on several occasions and admired the fact she raised 7 children alone and hadn’t given up. He had also heard through some of the men in church, how she has been through a lot but is really nice and so on. It just so happens to be that Trish’s best friend Kari whose husband is Chris’s close friend and co-worker Gary, but they have never formally met.

One night before settling in for bed Gary told his wife Kari jokingly: “Trish’s Master Right may have been right under our noses all these years and we just didn’t know it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Chris made a comment at the grocery store tonight while we were in the check out. We were looking over some of the stories in the tabloids and Chris just said “Every woman deserves to be placed on a pedestal and usually taken over the knee and spanked, all at the same time.”

Kari held her hand over her mouth and gasped and she nearly exploded and couldn’t wait to call Trish. Trish has deep desires to the D/s lifestyle and Kari being her best friend was nearly the only one to know this. She also knew how Trish is now trying not to let it surface anymore due to previous painful relationships. Kari just had to give it one more try if this is more than a jokingly manly comment. Trish doesn’t like being set up she thinks it should happen on its own, but maybe just this once…

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything I just laughed at him.”

Gary and Kari elazığ escort practice a D/s lifestyle/relationship but Gary is more laid back on the structure of their conversations, however Kari knows not to cross that proverbial line. After 18 of their 19 years together lived in the D/s lifestyle she knows where that line is very well.

Kari immediately asked Gary if he could find out if Chris was kidding or was he serious. Ideas were just swimming on how she would get Trish and Chris to meet face to face and talk.

Gary tried to remind Kari that maybe it was a joke and how serious this area is with Trish. Gary seen the wheels turning and just figured he had lost any battle in trying to convince her to not butt in, but prompted and warned her not to over step. He left the room to go shower for bed. Kari hurried and called Trish.

Trish answered the phone, “Hello”

“Hey girl, you are not going to believe this!”

“What is it?”

“Do you remember that really nice looking but quiet guy Chris who is usually with Gary at all our church and charity functions?”

“You mean the handsome, clean cut, tall one with broad shoulders and green eyes and when he visits church always sits close to the back by the door and briefly smiles when our eyes meet at those charities?” She giggled.

“That’s the one!” They giggled

“Sure. What about him? And if you are thinking what I think you are thinking, don’t think it. All kidding aside, he is adorable but I am not interested in yet another break my heart adventure.”

“I know hun, really I do, but there is something you need to know about him.”

“What wonderful quality does this one have?” She said with sarcasm.

Kari only said one word. “Lifestyle”

Trish’s end of the phone went deadly quiet.

“Trish, are you there? Did you hear me?”

After a moment Trish answered, “Yes I heard you. Kari, I can’t do this again. After Frank I do not think I can go through this again. I get my hopes all up and put my heart and soul out there on a silver platter and then it turns out all he wants is hot and heavy scenes that happen mostly online because they have no clue at real life. And even if this guy is legit, I am not going to scene online or ever again until I marry and I do not see that ever happening.”

“Well you never know hun, until you try. He is a really nice guy, he is like family around here like you. Gary and I have known him now for 5 years or better and he has been here hundreds of times. He works with Gary you know. I am surprised you erzincan escort haven’t met him already actually. It also has been several years since Frank.”

“Yes I know. Kari, Just curious, how do you know he likes the lifestyle life? I mean he has been around all this time and nothing ever came up before now?”

“Well Seems he made a comment you may find exciting as well as funny.”

“And what would that be?”

He said, “Every woman deserves to be placed on a pedestal and usually taken over the knee and spanked, all at the same time” She giggled

“That doesn’t mean anything Kari. Allot of guys talk the talk, especially of spankings. That centers on sex. I think I need allot more information then a mere comment.”

“So you will go out with him and get to know him if he is legit?”

“I don’t know Kari…..”

“Come on Trish, you don’t have to go anywhere with him, you can come over here and he can just so happen to be here too. How about this, I talk to Gary. He knows about the lifestyle and knows your true intimate feelings in the area. He can in a guy way ask Chris some point blank questions and see where he stands. If Gary thinks it is safe for your heart, will you at least give him one day?”

Trish sighed, “Ok… but only on one condition”

“Yes?”

“Gary is not in anyway to reveal anything about me or that you guys are trying to set us up so that IF this turns out to be something to pursue in the very far future then it is on our own not squished together by loving trying to help friends, deal?”

Kari laughed, “Deal, I love you girl.”

“I know you do, I love you too….”

“Kari?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you, I know you mean well. Maybe someone is looking down on me and Master Right has finally come along.” Trish shrugged.

“It could be, I hope so hun, and I will call you tomorrow as soon as Gary fills me in after work ok?”

“Ok…night”

“Night hun”

After hanging up the phone Trish turned all the lights out and crawled in her bed, rolled over holding onto her pillow and as hard as she tried could not fall asleep. After all this time she thought she put it behind her. Now here she laid with her heart all a mess. Remembering Frank and how he made so many promises and Rip too. Her wall of concrete had crumbled in only a brief moment with only one comment.

Gary came to bed.

“You called her didn’t you?”

“Yes Sir…”

“What did you tell her?”

“Just the comment and that you will talk to him. She made me promise not to set them up and to let it happen on its own even if he is legit with the lifestyle.”

“You nearly are crossing that line Kari Ann. You better honor that promise and what I told you as well.”

“I will Master”

“You’ll more then not sit for a time.”

“Yes Sir.”

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Praying for Rain Ch. 02

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Bottomless

Kelly and I slept peacefully and my internal clock had a rare morning of malfunction, letting me sleep until 7am. When I awoke, Kelly was still soundly asleep curled up in a ball facing my chest with one of my arms draped across her body. I removed my arm and rolled back slightly so I could look at her and I was struck by how young she looked at that moment. For the first time, I felt a flicker of doubt, but at this exact moment I saw Kelly’s one visible eyelid open and she gazed at me.

“I don’t like the look of that. No, sir, not one bit,” she said with a weary smile. “I wake up feeling better than… well, ever… and there you are looking at me like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.”

“You just look particularly young this morning,” I said as I brushed some of the hair away from the side of her face.

“Too young to choose my own one-night stands,” she asked curiously. “You may want to think you’re ever so dashing and seductive, but I chose to bring you here.”

“One-night,” I asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, that look made me think you were about to flee the cabin, but I was hoping for another night,” she said with a playful smile.

“We’ll see if you still feel that way tonight then,” I said mysteriously. “Are you sore?” Her only response was a withering look of exasperation.

“Right, well I have a cure for that. But first, breakfast. Sleep a little more if you like or shower and I’ll find you when the food is ready.”

Breakfast was wheat pancakes with a fresh blueberry compote and turkey bacon. This met with a satisfied nod from Kelly when she emerged from the shower. After we were done she retreated to the couch with her book and I took a shower of my own. She watched in silence as I loaded the suit bag and a small gym bag back into my car but was waiting attentively when I returned.

“So where are we off to,” she asked.

“Part one of the surprise I said.”

“Oh, multiple parts, I may have to get excited,” she said sarcastically.

“Three or four, depending on how you count.”

Kelly rolled her eyes at me and headed for the door. It took about 45 minutes to arrive at our first destination, which got me a pair of raised eyebrows when I parked in front of a dance studio.

“This place looks clo…” she started, just as another car pulled in beside us.

“Mr. Bell I assume,” said the older woman who got out of the newly arrived car.

“Yes, that’s me,” I said as I showed her my driver’s license.

“I will unlock and clear the alarm. If you need to leave for lunch, just lock the door. I will be back before 4:00pm to close back up. Is there anything else you need,” she inquired with a glance at Kelly.

“I don’t believe so, but I have your number if needed. Thank you very much for doing this on such short notice.”

“Hard to refuse good money, and Sharon provided an excellent reference.” The woman quickly unlocked the door to the studio and cleared the alarm. She then got back in her car and was gone before either of us could utter a goodbye, but we waved politely as she left.

“Let’s go,” I said to Kelly, “we have a lot of work to do.”

“Work,” she exclaimed loudly. “I’ll have you know I’m supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the twilight of my youth before the world begins the slow process of sucking the life out of me.”

“Very dramatic and so very teenager of you,” I chided. “If you love something, it’s never work. Which of course doesn’t mean it isn’t hard or difficult, but if you view dance as ‘work’, then perhaps I’ve made a mistake.”

“No, no, you’re right,” she said as she entered the studio. “I just wish you’d warned me so I could have brought appropriate clothes from home.”

I hefted the gym bag I was carrying and said, “no worries, I’m a good planner.” I took out a pair of work out shorts and a sports bra. She eyed me suspiciously but disappeared into the back area to locate a restroom or changing room after she returned I did the same and came back wearing shorts only. We started with some stretching and basic exercises, which elicited some groans from Kelly at certain points.

After 30 minutes of this, I began to run her through some basic ballroom and contemporary routines. With just an hour of this I concluded that she was perhaps a little hard on her opinion of her dancing. She was correct in that she would probably never be a top tier professional, but she was quite good at several things. I changed tack in the last half hour before lunch and told her to improvise something for me. It was here she blossomed and she positively glowed while she ran through what was obviously a well-practiced routine.

“Beautiful,” I said enthusiastically when she finished, “but not improvisation. Did you choreograph it?”

“Yes,” she said with a blush.

“How many have you done?”

“Lots. I’ve always liked creating something, just never been as good at performing it,” she said bashfully.

“How many include things that you yourself cannot do?”

“Um… beylikdüzü escort none… I only create them for myself.”

“That is without a doubt the saddest thing I have heard. At school I truly hope you learn to create for someone else. If you can learn to not limit one talent with the shortcomings of another, you might unlock something wonderful.”

“Well… I suppose that’s good advice… I will try to remember it. Now, do I get a performance too?”

“Do you want one?”

Kelly smiled widely and said, “absolutely.”

I went rummaging in the back and found the audio equipment the studio used and put in a CD from my bag. There was a remote to control it which I took back to Kelly and told her to hit Play when I looked up. I cleared my mind, calmed my breathing, and focused my mind on a mental picture of Kelly. At first I tried to focus on something sexual… her bathing suit… the late night swim… but all of them refused to settle in place and vanished quickly. Ultimately, my brain settled on an image of her from Saturday morning, tired, with bed hair and eyes full of sleepy promise.

When I finally looked up, I captured her eyes and smiled, letting my mental picture overlay the reality in front of me. She started the music and I flowed from form to form, but always I left my eyes on her. I did not plan what I did, it was not an existing routine, but there were of course familiar patterns. The music and Kelly herself led me from point to point and my maneuvers rose and fell with the music. By the end there were tears dotting her cheeks and she wiped them away in embarrassment when I finished. I felt something stir at me as I watched her do it, something I hadn’t felt in a very long time, but I pushed it away with practiced ease.

“How do you do that,” she whispered. “It looked… no, it felt… like you were dancing for me.”

“I was. That’s what you asked for,” I said simply. “Dancing, real dancing, is like stripping naked for anyone that happens to be watching. If you improvise, you let the music and your own heart combine to create something, otherwise it’s just… mechanics. But even with choreography, you are combining that, the music, and yourself to bring something to life… a whole greater than the parts. Great choreography with bad dancers is just as bad as a great dancer with bad choreography. Choreography is a collaborative art where improvisation can be deeply personal. If you choreograph *and* dance something for someone, it will of course transcend any improvisation, but only if you put yourself into both parts.”

“You’re way better though. Like, professional good.”

“Now you flatter me. Once, long ago perhaps, but not anymore.”

“Well, you’ve kept it up well then, and I am awed and humbled.”

“We will fix that after lunch,” I said with a laugh. We went next door to a small family restaurant which was relatively deserted. “Light lunch,” I cautioned, “we have more dancing ahead.” We both ordered salad and some fruit and ate in relative silence.

“So… not going to offer up an explanation or details on your dancing background,” Kelly finally asked after we finished eating.

“Later, perhaps tonight, for now you’ll just have to trust me.”

“Very well, then let’s get back to whatever it is you’ve gotten me into.”

I paid the bill and we were soon back at the studio. We repeated our warm up and stretching, with fewer groans from Kelly this time, and then I started the real work.

“Ok, have you done Pasodoble before,” I asked.

“Only a few times, that’s mostly a man’s dance.”

“Is it,” I asked archly. “Why don’t we see if we can change that then.”

I ran through some basic fundamentals and was pleased to find that she remembered most of it. Then I introduced her to the chosen music. My choice started dark and mysterious and built to a strong and powerful finish.

“That seems to suit you,” Kelly teased after the song finished.

“Well, our job,” I said, “is to make it suit *us*.”

“You… you mean choreography?”

“Exactly. It doesn’t need to be overly complex or fancy, but it has to be us. I do think we can handle a few big moves at key moments though.”

“You mean you can handle them,” Kelly said flatly.

“This isn’t about me Kelly, this about you creating something for someone other than yourself.”

“I’ll try,” she said hesitantly.

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I quipped at her with a smile and got an eyeroll in return. I stepped closer to her and poked her in the forehead as I said, “it starts here. But it has to end here,” I said as I poked her chest above her heart. “Now close your eyes. Listen to the music again, and this time imagine how it should move you… me… us. Where will it take us and what will it have us do.” She obeyed quietly. When the song finished I told her to keep her eyes closed and I started it again and told her to repeat it, refine it in her mind. Then I whispered in her ear, “now put your adana escort heart into it, think of us, at the restaurant, at the lake, in the lake, in bed, wherever you want, then change it.” Again she listened and this time I saw her sway slightly as things played out in her head. I repeated the process a final time, giving her a chance to perfect it.

“What about you,” she asked after I stopped.

“I will help you and add myself as we go along.”

We danced, we stumbled, we even fell a couple of times, but we also teased, laughed, and played. But above all we created and while I don’t think she completely realized it, the resulting routine was focused quite heavily on her. We added four tricks to the routine, including a single arm straight deadlift at the end. We rehearsed it a few times and she quickly had it committed to memory.

“Got it all filed away up there,” I said pointing to her head after the third run through.

“Yes, but what does it matter?”

“We’re performing it tonight.”

“What,” she said loudly as her eyes went wide.

“I’ve entered us in a local dance competition. There’s a prize, but the event is for charity, so this isn’t about winning.”

“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.

“No? Why not,” I asked sternly.

“What if I mess up and make you look bad or waste all this hard work?”

“I want to dance with you,” I stated.

Kelly blushed and looked down and said, “alright, if you’re sure.”

I walked over to her and lifted her head up to me. “Very sure,” I said reassuringly. “We have 45 minutes before the owner returns to lock up. Do you want to run through it a few more times?”

“Yeah, I feel like we better, for my sake,” she said with a smile. “Just to be sure.”

After more rehearsal we packed up in time to meet the owner as she returned. An hour later, I pulled up at the venue for the benefit competition and led Kelly inside. We registered and headed down to the dressing rooms and rehearsal area. Olivia was waiting outside our assigned room with a very large case beside her and I greeted her with a hug.

“I’m sorry to do this to you on short notice and on a Sunday,” I said apologetically.

“Nonsense,” she replied with a smile, “had I been busy I would have told you no and it’s wonderful to see you again. And you must be Kelly,” Olivia said turning toward her.

“I… uh… yes, that’s me,” she said bewildered.

“Let’s go in and get changed and get started,” I said ushering both of them into the dressing room. Thankfully the room had a screen partition in one corner so we could change. I hung my suit bag on a nearby hook in a way that Kelly would not be able to look inside. Then I extracted her outfit and mine. When I handed Kelly hers, she gawked open mouthed at me.

“I know a guy,” I said with a shrug.

Olivia smacked me in the shoulder and glared at me. “He knows a girl,” Olivia said to Kelly, “he knows quite a few of them actually.” Kelly only blushed in response. “Ah, ok then,” Olivia said apologetically, “I’ll be keeping my mouth shut from now on then.” Olivia was always very quick on the uptake and I was glad of it, yet again.

“Change and she will start on your makeup and I will change while you are doing that.”

Kelly’s outfit was chosen with intent. Underneath, it covered very little, but the outer layer had strips of frayed cloth that kept things more modest while she was standing still. When she moved, her midrift, legs, back, and a fair amount of ass were all on display. My outfit was simply a pair of leggings with tattered bottoms that mirrored the strips of Kelly’s outfit. Her outer layer and my leggings were black, while her inner layer and my only other piece, a sash, were a fiery red. Olivia added some black and red makeup to both of our faces giving us a haunting and primal visage. We ended up being one of the more decoratively dressed couples.

Given my late registration, we ended up being the last couple to dance. So we had a chance to do a couple of dry runs before we hit the stage. When our number was called, I saw Kelly grow immediately nervous, so I gave her a quick hug and a pep talk.

“Forget the competition and the crowd,” I started. “You’re here to dance with me. Dance with this,” I said pointing to her head, “and this,” pointing to her heart. “Everything else will take care of itself.” She smiled up at me and took my hand as we headed up. She danced very well and there were no mistakes or mishaps. Through the entire routine I did my best to put Kelly on display, as well as her art. When the routine ended there was a second or two of silence as I stood with her raised over my head until the stage lights darkened and then the place erupted in thunderous applause. We quickly retreated back to the dressing room, and I noticed Kelly was breathing heavily and flushed the entire way while I quickly calmed down during the walk.

“I’m pretty sure all of those people think…” I started as she dragged me into the dressing room. She afyon escort closed the door firmly behind me and locked it and then she interrupted me with a fiery, passionate kiss. She pushed my sash up and my leggings down and took my rapidly hardening cock in hand. She stroked me slowly and methodically while she continued to kiss me. When I was fully aroused she wrapped one arm around my neck and lifted herself up and guided me past her outfit and into her. There was a small grimace on her face when she was fully settled onto me and I had a moment of concern.

“Don’t you dare ask,” she whispered in my ear sensing my hesitation. “Fuck me Darren.”

I stepped forward so her back was against the door and started to obey her request, slowly. She met my thrusts in perfect unison, groaning as we gradually increased the pace.

“Are you hard for me,” she teased in a whisper.

“Yes,” I replied strongly.

“Do you want me,” she asked with a strange tone in her voice.

“Yes.”

“Am I beautiful?”

I raised my head so I could look into her eyes. “Gorgeous,” I said softly.

“Do you want to cum in me again,” she asked with an evil grin.

I pushed her more firmly against the door and increased the speed and depth of my thrusts. “Fuck yes,” I said heatedly.

“Well, you can’t, not for that reason,” she panted at me and leaned into my shoulder again. “But you will cum in me. Your beautiful girl demands that you do it. You will cum in me because *I* want it… because I *demand* it.”

Her talk was driving me a little crazy, causing me to hesitate at first and then to proceed aggressively a few seconds later. “Demanding,” I moaned in her ear as I started pounding away at her in earnest.

“Do it, Darren, cum in me. No control, no worrying about my pleasure. Surrender yourself and your hunger to me.”

I put my forehead against hers and let all my hunger show in my eyes. Hunger that I never showed anyone before. I was close and grunted tensely as I tried to wait for her words.”

“Cum in me now,” she finally said. I erupted inside her in perfect time with her uttering ‘now’ and growled my pleasure in her ear as I collapsed against her.

I barely had time to calm myself before we heard the call for all contestants to return to the stage. We quickly cleaned ourselves up a bit and re-adjusted our costumes before hurrying back up. As dance partners we were awarded third place, which was a pleasant surprise to both of us. The real surprise came after that, when we were awarded best choreography which caused Kelly to jump up and down with excitement and hug me fiercely. When we returned to the dressing room, Olivia was again waiting on us, this time with two cases.

“What’s going on now…” Kelly started, but I quickly pushed her into the dressing room and motioned Olivia to follow.

“Sit,” I said to Kelly and pointed to the chair in front of the mirror. While Olivia waited patiently by the door I took a large towel and covered the mirror. Kelly looked at me like I had three heads but remained silent. I turned her chair facing away from the mirror and went back to Olivia. “You remember what I said… nothing heavy…”

“Of course,” Olivia interrupted me loudly, “I *do* have some talent at this, remember?”

“I’m sorry… it’s just… I’m a little nervous,” I said glancing at Kelly who was becoming intrigued by the conversation.

“You?! Nervous? I mean, she’s a little young for the ‘toy box’ I suppose, but why would you…” Olivia asked quietly.

I blushed and felt a little anger rise in me at the remark. “That’s not what this about,” I said stiffly.

“Ah,” Olivia said and looked at Kelly again and then back to me. Then her eyes narrowed and she looked at me shrewdly. “Do *you* even know what this is about,” she asked me with a soft smile.

“Go,” I said and pointed toward Kelly and I followed her with a second chair so she could sit and open her cases.

“What’s going on,” Kelly asked when Olivia was seated in front of her.

“Make over time, sweetie,” she said as she began to wipe away the costume make up she had applied earlier. “Nails first, then hair, and lastly makeup. That reminds me,” she said and turned toward me.

“Right, color, sorry, turn her around,” I said and Olivia obliged by swiveling Kelly’s chair back toward the covered mirror. I carried the suit bag over to Olivia so she could look inside.

“An excellent choice as always,” Olivia said. “Are you sure you aren’t just a little gay,” she teased. This caused Kelly to snort and laugh.

“Oh,” Olivia said as she glanced in her direction and then looked back at me. “Ohhhh,” she said knowingly.

I scowled and pointed toward Kelly and took the suit bag to the partition with me. I took my time changing knowing that Olivia would be a while. I tried to towel myself off as best I could and used a little deodorant to try and at least hide the lack-of-shower odor.

“Did your mother teach you about makeup,” I heard Olivia ask.

“Only a little. Hers tends to be very heavy and I kind of had to learn on my own as I went.”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” I heard Olivia mutter.

“Is… I mean… am I terrible,” Kelly asked.

“What? No, no sweetie, no more so than any other self-taught young lady.”

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Evil Twin Ch. 01

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A rather innocuous package arrived at the household of the Barkers one Saturday evening. No return address was listed on the brown box. A simple postage and the mailing label which was directed to Tiffany Barker. Since it arrived the day of her birthday, it was assumed to be just an ordinary birthday gift from her a friend or relative.

Sarah Barker, Tiffany’s mom, picked the package off the front stoop and brought it into the kitchen where the rest of the presents from other family members were stacked. Tiffany amassed tons of gifts for her 18th birthday. Some boxes were large while others were tiny.

The immediate family gathered around the table as Tiffany cut the first slice of cake. Tiffany was incredibly gorgeous. Flowing blonde hair that went down to the nape of her neck. Sparkling blue eyes that lit up any room she walked in. A classic hourglass figure, with hips that mesmerized men and woman alike as they swayed into a room. Tiffany’s proudest feature was her perky tits. She loved the attention paid upon her when she wore a bathing suit. She never wore anything too revealing, because despite her looks she remained quite shy.

Sarah Barker just a tad over 40 does not look like she could have mothered two children. Certainly none that were 18 and 20. Her 36d breasts were still firm at her age. She kept herself fit by going to the gym five days a week and watching what she eats. Her platinum blonde locks showed only hints of gray. She could easily be mistaken for a woman in her late 20s. She flashed her beautiful smile every time she gets carded for buying beer. While not vain, Sarah prided herself in looking her best at all times.

The oldest child of the family was Stephen Barker. A shy young man at the ripe age of 20. He wore thick-rimmed glasses and recently grew a goatee. He spends most of his time on the computer when he is not attending college at the community center. While never athletic, Stephen was still in decent shape. Unlike his blonde mother and sister, he had dark hair much like his father.

The head of the family was Jeffery Barker. A successful banker he provided for his whole family. They lived in a nice four bedroom 3 floor old-style Victorian house. 3 high-speed computers and a state-of-the-art entertainment center were readily available. A BMW as well as a sporty Mazda Miata sat out in the driveway. The Pathfinder was being repaired. Jeff did not want to be showy with his fortune, but he didn’t want to deprive his family of some of the finer things in life.

Unfortunately to provide for his household, Jeff often had to work late. It was only on rare occasions he was out of his suit. Jeff managed to work out during his lunch hour and remain in great condition at 43. His black hair slightly thinned on top, but not noticeably unless you looked directly at it. Jeffrey surveyed his family, proud at how well his life was going.

“Time to open my presents,” Tiffany said enthusiastically.

“Sheesh sis, can’t you wait til we finish the cake first,” exasperated Stephen.

“No, I’ve been waiting all week to see what I get,” retorted Tiffany. She scrambled out of her chair and grabbed the first package.

“That’s from me honey,” said her mother.

Tiffany tore into the gift, not bother preserving the wrapping paper. She opened the box from Saks Fifth Avenue. A loud squeal emitted from the birthday girl.

“Eeeee, this purse is beautiful. I will be the envy of all my friends,” squealed Tiffany.

“I’m glad you like it Tiff,” said Sarah happily. “Here open your brother’s.”

“I bet its something stupid,” said Tiffany as she stuck out her tongue at her older brother.

“Funny, funny,” said Stephen. “If you don’t want it…”

Stephen reached to take the gift away from his sister. Tiffany yanked it back and stuck out her tongue again. She quickly unwrapped the present. Two DVDs fell into her lap. One was Tiffany’s favorite movie of all-time “The Princess Bride.” The other was a copy of the classic film “Casablanca.” A smile appeared on Tiffany’s lips.

“Oooo, I love these. Thanks bro.” Tiffany stood up and gave her brother a peck on the cheek. Stephen pantomimed wiping it off. Tiffany used her usual response and stuck her tongue out at him again.

“This one is from me sweetie,” Jeffery handed his daughter a small box.

Tiffany wasted no time opening it. Her eyes lit up as she saw the contents of the box. Two diamond earrings stared back at her. She hastily scooped them out of the box and placed them into her ears. She proudly showed them off to her family.

:”I feel so grown-up now.” Tiffany said happily.

The rest of the night was opening packages from various family members and friends who could not attend the intimate gathering. Tiffany received a wide selection of clothes and gift certificates. It was an impressive haul for the young woman. She was quite satisfied with her presents.

“Oh Tiffany, one more gift came late. I think it’s from Aunt Sue, cause I don’t see a present of hers here.” beylikdüzü escort Sarah produced the ordinary looking brown UPS package.

“Where is your sister these days,” asked Jeffrey.

“Somewhere in either Japan or China I think. Last I heard she is working for some archaeologist.”

Tiffany opened the package and pulled out an odd shaped doll. It was dressed in a kimono, but looked very similar to Tiffany. Tiffany examined it closely and shrugged as she set on the table.

“Eh, its looks ok.”

“Well Aunt Sue must have had it specially handcrafted, it looks like you.”

“Yeah I guess, I was hoping for something more exotic. But it’s not bad.”

“Well be sure to thank Aunt Sue with a letter,” insisted her mother.

“I will Mom. Can you help me carry my stuff upstairs?”

“Sure honey.”

The rest of the night was spent eating cake and telling stories about birthday past. Stephen turned in for bed when they began discussing the time for his 14th birthday he fell into the pool wearing his clothes.

Before long the clock struck midnight. Jeffrey had to turn to bed to catch some sleep before work the next day. Sarah and Tiffany both agreed it was time to turn in as well. The family said goodnight as Jeffrey and Sarah headed to their bedroom on the third floor as Tiffany settled into her room on the 2nd floor across from her brother.

Tiffany cleared her newfound goods off her bed and took another look at the doll from her Aunt. It was kinda cute. She placed it on the edge of the bed with some her other stuffed animals. Tiffany did appreciate the fact that her aunt went out of the way to make something handcrafted.

Tiffany’s sleep was restless. She first dreamt an unseen force was chasing her. Every corner she turned the force was waiting for her. Eventually the dream led her to a hall of mirrors. She saw different images of herself as she continued running in a panic. One image stood out though.

In the center of the chamber of mirrors stood the doll she received as a birthday gift. Tiffany felt drawn to it. As if touching that mirror was her only escape. Her hands grazed the pane and her body started to tingle. The sensation felt incredible. Tiffany reached forward and touched the glass. A jolt of energy went through her body. It felt like a powerful orgasm.

After nearly collapsing from the pleasure she turned back to the mirror. The image of the doll was gone. Before her stood a gorgeous woman. Tiffany suddenly realized she was the gorgeous woman. She smiled wickedly as she admired her body. Thoughts of what she could do now ran through her mind. They seemed completely foreign but completely enjoyable.

The morning came to Tiffany as Sarah shook her shoulder to wake. Tiffany blinked her eyes several times and saw her mother standing above. Sarah wore a jumpsuit for the gym. Tiffany admired her mother’s body and wondered what it looked like under the clothes. This notion both shocked and excited Tiffany. She never thought of another woman let alone her mother naked before.

“Wake up sleepy head,” chided Sarah playfully.

“Mom…” Tiffany’s voice sounded distant.

“Are you feeling alright sweetie?”

“Umm yeah, just tired from the party. Couldn’t sleep well.” Tiffany said softly. Words seemed like a struggle. Its as if she had to learn to speak all over again.

“You don’t sound ok,” said her mother with concern in her voice.

“I’ll be fine,” Tiffany said stronger.

“Well ok, I’m going to the gym then to hang out with Carol and Barbara. Dad is at work”

A naughty thought of her Dad caused Tiffany to flush a little. “Dad,” she murmured. Sarah looked at her daughter worried.

“Are you sure you are alright, you look a little red.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” said Tiffany as she sat up. She looked at her bed, but saw the doll nowhere around.

“If you say so, well Stephen went to the computer store to pick up something he’ll be back soon.”

Tiffany involuntarily smiled at the thought of having the house alone with her brother. Tiffany could not figure out what came over her but she enjoyed whatever it was. She had sudden cravings and impulses she could not explain. But the only thing she knew is that she wanted all her cravings to be satisfied. And soon.

Sarah looked down at her daughter once more. She still worried that she might be feeling ill. However Tiffany insisted that she should go out and enjoy herself. Sarah sighed, there was nothing more she could now at the present so she decided to let Tiffany be.

As soon as her Mom left, Tiffany rose out of bed. She put on an old black t-shirt. It was tight and form fitting to her ample chest. She made the decision to forgo underwear and put on some daisy dukes. She loved the feel of the denim between her bare thighs. She had never worn clothes with out a bra or panties before. However Tiffany felt excited.

Tiffany went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. She tried to ponder bolu escort if she might indeed be sick. However she had no symptoms and didn’t feel under the weather. She felt something else instead. She smiled wickedly as she heard the front door open.

“Stephen is that you?”

“Yeah Tiff.”

“Come to the TV room with me, I want to watch my new movies.”

“Do I have too?” Stephen said as he entered the kitchen. He stopped almost in his tracks as he saw his sister in her tight clothing. Even though they were related, Stephen had to admit to himself that his sister was drop dead gorgeous.

“Come on.” Tiffany hopped out of her chair. Her tits bounced as she did. This allowed her shirt to ride up a little to reveal a perfectly fit midsection. She grabbed her brother’s hand and led him to the TV room. She plopped down on the couch and cross her legs underneath herself.

“Since you bought them,” Tiffany began, “You can decide what we watch first.”

“But..” Stephen said to protest.

Tiffany pouted. In Stephen’s eyes she didn’t look like a little girl wanting to get her way. Instead she looked damn sexy. His will was too weak to refuse. She could have asked for almost anything at that point and he would have given. Stephen was just thankful his sister didn’t realize it.

“Fine…Fine…how about Casablanca?” asked Stephen.

“Sounds good, slide it in.”

Stephen slid the DVD into the VCR. After fiddling with the expensive system the movie began to play. He headed over to a green leather chair, when Tiffany motioned for him to sit on the couch. Stephen shrugged and sat down next to his sister. As Humphrey Bogart appeared on the screen Tiffany snuggled up to her brother and grabbed his arm.

They stayed and that position throughout the whole flick. When the movie finished and Bogart’s character walked off with his new best friend, Stephen saw a tear in his sister’s eye.

“Tiffany, you ok?”

“Oh fine,” said Tiffany as she wiped away the tear. “The movie is just so sweet you know?”

“Um yeah,” said Stephen.

“You guys are all a like,” Tiffany said with a sigh. Stephen watched her breasts rise up and down as she breathed. His sister climbed off the couch and went to the VCR to presumably play the second movie. As she got to the VCR she noticed an unmarked case.

“What’s this?” asked Tiffany curiously.

‘Shit’ thought Stephen. He just remembered he forgot to hide his recently purchased porno in his room after he watched it down here.

“Its nothing Tif,” Stephen said unconvincingly.

“Nothing huh? Then you don’t mind me putting on.”

Before he could object further, Tiffany had the DVD out of the case and into the VCR. Her eyes opened wide with both amusement and pleasure as she saw the title screen “Big Tit Sluts IV.”

“Nothing bro?” Tiffany said wickedly. “Those boobs don’t look like nothing.”

“Fine you caught me, don’t tell mom and dad please,” pleaded Stephen.

“I won’t,” Tiffany promised.

Stephen sighed in relief. “Ok let’s watch Princess Bride now.”

Tiffany smiled at her brother, “Nah, let’s watch this!”

Stephen dick start to stiffen as he realized that his sister wanted to watch the porno. He didn’t know what to say as she resumed her position close to him on the couch. He also realized that Tiffany was staring more at the bulge in his pants then the hot action on the screen.

Tiffany’s hand slowly drifted up and down Stephen’s arm. The motion was soothing, relaxing and a tad sensual. Stephen hesitantly glanced at his sister. He saw that she was staring hungrily at his crotch; she seemed to be constantly licking her lips.

Stephen was unsure how to react. The first emotion was embarrassment that his sister noticed his hard-on. The second feeling was shock that his sister could be possibly interested in what’s inside his pants. Finally he felt turned-on that something may in fact occur. This caused his dick to grow larger.

Tiffany purred as she saw the bulge increase in size. Her hand drop off Stephen’s arm and over onto her brother’s crotch. The sudden move caused Stephen to jump slightly. Tiffany responded by giving his cock a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t be afraid Stephen, I just wanted to see what it felt like…”

“I don’t know if…”

“Hush,” tiffany said as she put a finger to her brother’s lips. She slid it inside his mouth before taking it and putting it in hers. Stephen’s cock ached to be released from its confines watching his sister perform such sultry moves. Tiffany grinned wickedly and slowly worked her brother’s pants zipper down.

“Tiffany…”

With a giggle, Tiffany said, “I guess I need to quiet you another way.”

Before Stephen could react Tiffany pressed her lips against his. Stephen’s reactions were instinctual. He opened his mouth to accept his sister’s tongue in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined in each other’s mouth. Tiffany pressed her body tight against her brother’s as she bursa escort reached inside his unzipped pants. She fished out what she had been searching for.

Tiffany’s hand began to stroke his cock gently. Sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. Spreading some of the precum over the tip then back down the length of his hard cock. She repeated this motion several times as they continued their erotic embrace. Stephen’s dick was rock solid in her soft grip.

Reluctantly, Tiffany broke her kiss from her brother. Stephen was speechless. His fly was open and his dick was in his sister’s hand. They had just shared the greatest kiss in his life. He had no idea what to expect next.

Stephen did not have to wait long for the answer. Tiffany lowered her head and greedily took his dick into her mouth. She sucked on it hard and fast. Pumping her head up and down. Occasionally, she lifted her head up and licked the sides of his dick. When it was nice and moist she slowly began working her head down over the full length of his cock.

No one had deep-throated his cock before. Stephen was aghast that his sister not only attempted this feat, but that she was actually succeeding. The sensation and the knowledge of his sister blowing him, Stephen knew he could not hold out much longer.

“Tiffany, I’m going to cum…” Stephen said in an attempt to warn his sister.

Tiffany slowly worked her head to the base of his dick and then slid her mouth to the very tip. She climbed off the couch and onto her knees in front of her brother. With one final kiss on the head of the dick, it exploded. The cum shot forward, Tiffany opened her mouth to catch most of it. However some landed on her face and her tight black shirt.

“Oh my such as mess,” Tiffany stated.

“I’m sorry,” apologized Stephen.

“Don’t be,” began Tiffany as she wiped some strands of cum off her face. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to lick his sperm off. “But I guess I can’t wear this shirt anymore.”

Stephen didn’t get to say a word before Tiffany pulled off her top. The glorious sight of her perky naked tits greeted Stephen. Tiffany smiled as she thought she saw her brother’s cock stir slightly at the revealing of her breasts. She pinched her nipples and heard Stephen gasp.

“The shirt was much too hot for this weather,” Tiffany said slowly with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So are the shorts…”

Tiffany yanked off her daisy dukes to reveal her smooth bald pussy to her older brother. She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs and spread her legs wider. Stephen saw her dripping pussy. Her brother was completely mesmerized.

With a crooked finger, Tiffany beckoned her brother off the couch and to join her on the rug. Stephen obeyed instantly. Grabbing the back of his head she guided him so that his face was merely inches from her horny cunt. She held him there just out of reach so that he could smell her sweet nectar.

“Do you know how to please a woman with your tongue, big bro?” Tiffany asked teasingly.

“Please let me show you how good I am at it…” begged Stephen.

Tiffany laughed as she shoved her brother’s face into her cunt. Stephen responded by sticking out his tongue and lapping away. His tongue swirled around her pussy fast and furious. It probed deeper with each thrashing. Eventually it brushed against her clit.

“Mmmm,” moaned Tiffany as she wrapped her legs around her brother’s head. Stephen cupped his hands underneath her ass to hold her in place. With a gentle squeeze on her behind, he dove his tongue in deeper.

Stephen’s tongue went in as deep as possible, touching every tasty inch of her juicy cunt. Tiffany squirmed as a pending orgasm began to build. Her brother’s hands on her ass kept her firmly underneath his mouth. Tiffany started pulling on her nipples as she moaned in excitement.

“Yes Stephen. Lick me. Suck me. Don’t Stop! Faster! Deeper! HARDER!”

Stephen responded to Tiffany’s verbal cues. He put as much pressure as his tongue could bear directly on her clit. This sent his sister over the edge. Tiffany began to tremble as a powerful orgasm wrack her body. A couple waves of pleasure followed. Her cunt flooded with her juices. Stephen enjoyed licking up every bit of moisture.

After her orgasm subsided, Tiffany leaned back and mouthed the word “Wow…”

“Did I do a good job Tif?”

Tiffany smiled that devilish grin once more. “Nearly perfect. But now I need to see how well you can fuck me…”

Any thought of wrong it would be to commit incest had fled Stephen’s mind eons ago. All he knew now was that he wanted to plant his re-hardened cock into this gorgeous vixen. His pants came off quickly. Stephen couldn’t remember if he removed them or if his sister yanked them off. All he could remember was that they both wanted to fuck that instant.

Tiffany’s hand guided her brother’s cock over her entrance. She wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him close. They exchanged another long passionate kiss as Stephen entered his sister for the first time. He pushed his cock slowly and deeply into her cunt. As their tongue’s mixed, Stephen continued to slide into Tiffany.

“I feel so full,” moaned Tiffany.

“You feel so tight,” responded her brother.

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A Slut’s Triangle Pt. 09

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After summoning Tommie to come pick him up, Kryss gets dressed and exits my bedroom, leaving me on the bed. Ignoring me, he paces around the living room floor, mumbling to himself as if he were plotting something. I don’t dare get off my bed to go find out what he’s babbling about. At least, he isn’t aggressive and high strung like he was earlier. Nevertheless, I’m ready for him to leave.

While I’m watching and studying him, my iPhone chimes with another text. This time, I’m the one to check it – not Kryss. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t run in here and snatch it from my hand.

“Can’t talk now,” Brenda’s first text reads.

“I need to talk to you,” her new text reads.

“You need to give her up, Ashleigh,” Kryss hollers, assuming the text is from Brenda as well. “She doesn’t want you or your little, sissy cock.”

“Now isn’t a good time,” I text, hoping she doesn’t reply.

“We’re just friends,” I explain, tossing my iPhone on the nightstand beside my purse. “I’m not trying to sleep with her.”

“Brenda is a manipulative, little cunt,” he accuses, strolling into my bedroom, then heading for the window.

“She’s never done me wrong,” I counter, following him with suspicious eyes.

“That delusional bitch,” he warns, tugging at the blinds to peer out the window, “will have you thinking you’re a lesbian.”

“So – I should stay away from her, then?” I suggest, playing mind games with him as I adjust my black leather mini dress to hide my cock.

“You need to,” he insists, pilfering through my purse, “or you’ll lose your taste for dick.”

“I don’t see how,” I jest, rolling over on my side. “I love your beautiful, sexy cock.”

“Yeah – Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles,” stuffing my car keys into his pocket.

“Why are you taking my keys?” I complain, sitting up on the edge of me bed.

“I’m going to the Chamber,” he answers, turning around and heading to the front door. “I don’t need you tagging along or getting in the way.”

“You’re going to leave me stranded at the house,” I pout, getting emotional. “What am I supposed to do on a Friday night?”

“Hell, I don’t know,” he remarks, pausing at the front door, “play with your cock like a faggot.”

“That’s not fair,” I protest, leaping to my feet, expecting him to change his mind, “and you know it.”

“Well, next time,” he scorns, pointing his finger at me, “you’ll think twice about lying to me like a stupid bitch.”

“I’m not a stupid bitch – or even a fuck toy,” I argue, folding my arms to hold back my anger.

“You said it yourself – you’re a faggot and you love dick,” he mocks, opening the front door. “Hahaha… I’m just making sure that my needs come first.”

Laughing as he walks out the door, Kryss slams it shut behind him. Words can’t even begin to describe how I feel at the moment. Pulling at my bedroom blinds, I stare knives at him as I watch him get into beyliikdüzü escort the car with Tommie. At least, he isn’t foolish enough to drink and drive.

When Tommie finally backs his Camaro out of my driveway, I flip both of them a bird, venting my anger. It’s doubtful they can see it but, at least, but I feel a little better since they’re leaving me stranded at the house. On the bright side, Kryss is gone, but it’s doubtful he’ll come back anytime soon to return my keys.

Something’s up. I just know it. If I had my spare key, I’d follow them, but Brenda has it on her key chain. At the moment, that’s immaterial and the least of my concerns.

When my iPhone chimes with a text, it reminds me that Kryss put little thought into what he was doing. If he had, then he would’ve taken my iPhone with him, too. Collapsing on my bed, I snatch my phone off the nightstand and read the text.

“Kryss left his Mustang here,” Brenda’s text reads.

“Tommie dropped him off here. He took my keys and left me stranded,” I reply, resting my head on my satin pillows.

“Why did he take your keys?” Her text beams back, stirring my anger.

“He doesn’t want me following him to the Chamber,” I explain, thumbing through my purse for a cigarette.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get your keys,” her text promises.

“Got to go. Call you later,” her final text reads, ending our conversation abruptly.

My thoughts are consuming me by the second and stressing me out. As mad as I am, a cigarette won’t calm my nerves, but I smoke it anyway. I can deal with being stuck at the house, but Kryss is becoming a real jerk, keeping shit from me, and drinking more than normal. On top of all that, he’s running a game of deception.

It’s well after midnight when Brenda finally calls me. By then, my thoughts have all but consumed me in my solitude. Anyway, I’m ecstatic that she called because it relieves some of my boredom that’s driving me crazy.

“Hey! What the fuck is up with Kryss?” I ask, cutting to the chase as I pace around my bedroom.

“I’ve no idea,” Brenda elaborates. “He was chatting with Joey earlier, then he left with Tommie.

“Why is Kryss even talking to Joey?” I ask, flinging my hand in the air in frustration, “They’re not really friends – they’re more like acquaintances.”

“Did he make it to the Chamber?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“He’s over in the corner of the bar drinking and carrying on with Tommie and some other guy about something,” she explains.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” I mumble, crossing my legs lady-like.

“I’m pretty sure he’s looking for Kimberly. Joey told him y’all were talking last week,” Brenda answers.

“What the fuck?!?!” I utter, shoving my purse into the floor and raising my voice, “Joey was drunk and passed out.”

“Anyway, I’m assuming that he’s waiting to see if she comes bodrum escort back in here tonight,” Brenda speculates.

“Well, he didn’t mention anything to me about her,” I elaborate, neglecting to tell her Kryss slapped me, “but he was really pissed that Tommie and Derek had sex last weekend.”

“I doubt he will,” she remarks, “only she knows what’s up with Kryss.”

“Where’s she at now?” I ask, drumming my fingers on the nightstand.

“Kimberly is at my house,” she answers, “but don’t tell anyone – I mean anyone.”

“Are y’all going to swing by here tonight?” I inquire, tapping my fingernails on the nightstand.

“We might swing by later,” she answers. “I got your keys from Kryss.”

“How in the fuck did you manage that?” I ask, collapsing on my bed and staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Hahaha… It’s called ‘female persuasion’,” she explains, “and, by the way, you owe me big time.”

“Hahaha… I still owe you for last time,” I jest, dragging my fingers across my satin sheets, reminiscing about my New Year’s Eve party.”

Brenda comment really surprises me. Just by the way Kryss puts her down when he talks about her to me, I’d assume that he despises her. Still, there’s little doubt he’s two-faced, but I should’ve expected that from him. I’m guessing, but I bet he wants to get in her panties and he’s jealous that I’ve got a better chance to hookup with her than he does.

“Anyway, it’ll be late when we get there,” Brenda confirms.

“Wake me up if I’m asleep,” I request, ending the phone call and returning to my solitude.

Bored off my ass, it doesn’t take long for me to return to my tireless pacing. Sleep – I must be out of my fucking mind. It’s Friday night and I’m dressed like a fucking slut in a tight, black leather dress with thigh-high, stiletto heels. I should be out chasing dick and getting my ass fucked – not stuck in my house alone.

There’s no real guarantee that Brenda and Kimberly are going to come. Without a fallback plan, the night lingers on and on. Looking for something to take my mind off all the drama, I dig my out my Bluetooth speaker. Pink Floyd’s song “Run like Hell” fits my immediate mood.

dd You better make your face up in your favorite disguise, With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes. With your empty smile and your hungry heart, Feel the bile rising from your guilty past. dd

Entertaining myself, I lip syncing the song lyrics while I touch up my makeup where Kryss slapped me. When I’m finished, I pilfer through the bathroom drawer and pull out one of my vibrators. It’s as if my guilty conscience is sublimely obeying Kryss’ last command – to play with cock like a faggot.

It sucks having to masturbate, especially on a Friday night. Not to mention, it feels like I’m doing a chore around the house. I’d much rather be out on the town having a good time, sucking bolu escort dick, or even taking it up my ass. Instead, I’m stuck at the house with a sex toy.

After coating the vibrator with olive oil, I crawl on my bed with a towel and push the pillows to the side. Then, I invert myself up against the headboard with my legs dangling over my head. Pulling the crotch of my red satin panties to the side, I ease the vibrator into my ass and turn it on a moderate pulse.

My whole body trembles as the vibrator hums away in my ass. It’s a pleasurable feeling, but it should be a warm, hard cock throbbing inside me and filling me with cum. Surrendering all of my thoughts to fantasy, I close my eyes and rub my satin panties and tiny cock as if I had a pussy.

When my cock twitches with life, I slide it from underneath my panties. Using just the tips of my fingers, I slide them up and down my cock, losing myself in my sexual fantasies. At first, I mumble them under my breath. Then, I allow them to become audible as I edge myself towards a much needed orgasm.

“Fuck me – Fuck me, Kryss,” I moan, stroking my little, sissy cock as I fantasize about his beautiful, sexy cock.

“My ass is your pussy,” I moan, stroking my cock faster.

“I can’t please a woman in bed,” I echo Kryss’ words.

“I deserve to have my ass fucked,” I pant, echoing his words again.

“I’m a faggot and I love being gay,” I pant, stroking my cock even faster.

“I want to be another man’s bitch,” I remind myself, listening to the humming sound of the vibrator in my ass.

“Fuck me like a slut,” I moan, pretending the vibrator is a real cock in my ass.

“I love sucking dick and taking it up the ass,” I pant, closing my eyes and aiming my cock at my open mouth.

Immersed in the hypnotic sounds of the vibrator, I focus on my orgasm, tuning out everything else. I don’t hear the car pulling into my driveway or the sound of the car door closing outside my bedroom window. I don’t even hear my back door open and close, or the sound of footsteps strolling through the darkness in my kitchen.

I’m close to having an orgasm – so close that it seems like everything is moving in slow motion for me. Opening my mouth even wider, I extend my tongue, waiting with anticipation for my warm, salty cum to land on my tastebuds. Just as I’m about to orgasm, I hear a familiar voice that startles the shit out of me.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ashleigh?” Brenda asks, standing at my bedroom doorway, giggling as I shoot cum all over my face.

My eyes pop open in shock, bulging from their sockets. Embarrassment bleeds across my face as my body temperature rises. I can literally feel my heart pounding in my chest underneath my padded bra. Utterly speechless, I stare up at her from my inverted position with cum splattered all over my face.

No one has ever caught me masturbating. Well, not like this – that’s for damn sure. It probably wouldn’t be that embarrassing, but Kimberly is standing right beside her as well.

“That is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen a guy do,” Kimberly utters, studying my inverted posture, “considering you’re all-dolled-up like a woman, too.”

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A Sissy is Born Ch. 03

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Amateur

As the title indicates there are two previous chapters. They are quick reads and even if you’ve already read them a quick review will enhance the enjoyment of this installment!

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When the reality of my situation became clear I began to panic. I was seated in a woman’s car dressed as a whore and I had no idea where my regular clothes or car keys were! I began sobbing again. “What am I going to do?”

“There there, little girl.” The woman tried to comfort me as she patted my stocking clad leg again. “Mama’s going to take good care of you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head!”

“Bu..bu..but. m..m..my c..car!” I stammered as I held my head in shame.

“First tings first, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up and find some more presentable clothes then we’ll worry about your car.” She reassured me as we pulled into the drive of an old farm house. We were still in the city but the size of the lot and the numerous outbuildings gave witness to its former utility.

Distracted from the mess I was in for a moment I asked, “Where are we?”

“We’re at my house, lover.” She replied simply.

“Yes, Ma’am, but where exactly are we?”

“Not to worry, dear.” She avoided giving me a direct answer. “We’re only about a half mile from the hospital.”

“But I’ve lived and worked here half my life and I’ve never seen this street or house before!”

“Why would you, honey. People with no business here seldom come up my street because it’s dead end. My mail box is out on the main road; has been for over a hundred years. We sit so far back that the house is nearly invisible except during the winter months.” She explained as she parked between the four car garage and the house. “You’re safe back here, darlin’. The main road is two hundred yards down the hill, the Metro Parks surround us and the freeway is a good half mile behind us. There are forty thousand neighbors living within a three mile radius but for all practical purposes we are out in the country! You could be naked and no one would ever know. Fact is, during the summer I enjoy a little nude sun bathing myself but it’s a little too cold now. Enough chit-chat, let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll worry about your car!”

I followed her to the house. The back entrance was spacious, an all weather sun room, sort of. There was a bath tub on a raised platform on one end of the room. The wall next to the tub was lined with cupboards. There was a padded table over what looked like a seat-less toilet on the other end of the room. “This is different.” I observed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bath tub on anyone’s back porch before!”

“That’s not my bath tub, sugar! My bath tub is upstairs in my bath room. I used to train Whippets and this is where I groomed them.”

“Oh.”

“You’re going to get cleaned up here, though. Get out of those nasty things and get up here in the tub!” Her manner was calmly assertive as she began to draw the bath water. I hesitated momentarily. “Sweetheart, your penis and testicles aren’t even covered by your panties any more! Just strip and get into the tub and let Mama give you a nice bath!”

I blushed as I realized how ridiculous I looked. I sat on the edge of the bathing platform and removed my shoes and stockings. She watched as adana escort I took off my wig and bustier. She smiled as I stepped out of the tiny panties. She offered me a hand. “Step up here and get in the tub. It’s time for a nice relaxing bubble bath!”

I slipped beneath the warm water and under a cloud of fresh smelling bubbles. “Now tell Mama, doesn’t that feel nice, sweet lips?”

I smiled. This woman was clearly young enough to be my daughter but she kept referring to herself as “Mama.” It was odd but somehow appropriate. She was comfortingly maternal; pleasant and accepting. “Ah” I sighed as I closed my eyes and relaxed for the first time since I was left all alone at the medical offices.

“Isn’t that better, lambikins, I’ll be right back; I’m going to get some towels.”

It was relaxing; the warm bath and the floral aroma of the bubble bath. I felt safe and secure even though I still had no idea of where my clothing and car keys were.

“Do you feel better, honey?” She asked sweetly as she re-entered the room carrying some large bath towels and some items I couldn’t quite make out.

“Yes, Ma’am, I surely do.”

She placed her load on the counter and walked to the end of the tub where I was reclining. She began massaging my neck and shoulders. I relaxed under her gentle touch. After a few minutes she said very softly, “Tell Mama how you got yourself into this mess.”

“Well……” I hesitated, trying to figure out how much to say.

She moved to the side of the tub and began washing my chest with one of those spongy net things. “Look at me, little girl!” Her hand held my jaw. “I found you wearing ladies underwear and a wig in a public restroom. You had semen in your hair, on your face and clothing. I know you are a man who wants to suck cocks! I know you are a man who gets a thrill out of dressing as a woman. Don’t be shy now, silly girl!”

“I don’t know where to begin……”

“Why don’t you start at the very beginning? The very first time you wore female clothing and then just go from there.”

“Ok…but don’t laugh.”

“Oh, honey girl, Mama’s not going to laugh….Mama just wants to get to know her new baby girl.”

“It was the Halloween after I graduated from high school. There was a costume party at the Maxwell’s down the street. I didn’t have a clue what to go as and my mom suggested I go as an Indian girl. I half-heartedly objected but when I saw the sari she had in the back of her closet I knew it was going to be fun. Her sister helped with makeup and a wig. They shaved my legs from the knees down and gave me a pedicure. They darkened my skin, painted my nails and made up my face. I was wearing white cotton briefs. My aunt said that she thought I should wear panties. My mother said it wasn’t necessary; no one was going to see my underwear. My aunt insisted saying that to go as a girl I had to feel like a girl and that meant wearing panties! It would help me play the part.”

“So, did you wear the panties, sweet cheeks?”

“Yes, I did and it made me feel so sexy!”

“What happened at the party?”

“They told me to take very tiny steps when I walked and act as if I didn’t understand English. It worked like a charm. None of my friends recognized me. When afyon escort it came time to vote on best costume my mother nominated me. Everyone asked where I was. She said I had been there all night and brought me to the center of the room. She took off the wig and everyone gasped. I won hands down.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Wonderful, just wonderful!”

“Did you continue to dress up after that?”

“No, not for a long time. But I thought about it.”

“So, when did you start dressing as a girl again?”

“Not until a few weeks ago when I met a guy on line.”

“Do you meet lots of guys on line?”

“No, just the one.”

By this time she was scrubbing my belly was the net thing. I was hard as a rock. I’m sure she knew. “Why would you look for a guy on line?”

“It just kind of happened. I bought lots of men’s magazines and read lots of stories.”

“You masturbated when you read them didn’t you?”

I blushed. “It’s OK, sweetie, everybody likes to play with themselves. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” She gently cupped my balls and squeezed. It took my breath away. “Do you like that?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Go on, lover, tell Mama everything.”

“I read all kinds of stories but always seemed to like the ones about men who wore women’s clothes.”

“In some of the stories their wives or girl friends would make them dress up and then make love to them like they were a girl.”

“How would they do that?”

“You know.”

“Pretend I don’t. Tell me what they did that excited you most.” She was gently stroking my cock.

“Usually they would start by wearing a strap-on dildo and make the men suck it and then fuck them.”

“Does your wife do that to you?”

“Heavens no! She doesn’t know about this at all!”

“Would you like her to.”?

“If she enjoyed it too.”

“Do you think she wouldn’t?”

“I think she’d hate me.”

“That’s too bad, Sugar. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Continue, tell me how you ended up in that restroom sucking a cock.”

“Almost all of the stories that I read were about sissy husbands who would suck their wife’s lover’s cock or eat their wife’s lover’s semen from her pussy after she had sex with them. Then I read about guys who looked for other men on line. I started to read ads like that and masturbate.”

“And then you answered one?”

“Not just one! Twenty, thirty, I don’t know how many.”

“But you said this was your first time.”

“It never worked out before. This was different. He said I had to prove I was a sissy.”

“How did you prove to him that you were a sissy, honey buns?”

“He gave me a series of challenges and after each one I had to send him pictures. The first one was really simple; all I had to do was put on my wife’s panties and bra and send him a picture.”

“OK, what came next?”

“I had to buy lip stick and face powder and send him the receipts. The biggest challenge or hardest was to go into a lingerie shop and buy a bustier. Not just buy it but tell the clerk that it was for me to wear.”

That was exciting, wasn’t it, sugar?”

“I could feel my heart pounding in my chest almost the whole time. But she was so nice alanya escort and polite that by the end I was very calm. I even bought thigh high stockings. Then I went to a party store and bought that cheap wig and a shoe store to get the high heeled sandals. My reward was to meet him at the medical building.”

“Was it worth it?”

“All but being left by myself in that restroom!”

“So you’d do it again?”

“Maybe….well yes….if I had a little more control.”

“Would you like Mama to help you look the part of a cock tease?”

“I’ll never really look that sexy!”

“Maybe not but if you feel sexier you will be sexier.”

“What do you think you could do?”

“For starters your eyebrows could use a little trim and those wild hairs in your ears and nose and if you’re really serious I’d wax your back and chest and shave your armpits.”

“That’s a little too much! My wife would have a fit if she noticed.”

“You’re afraid your wife wouldn’t approve?”

“Afraid? Not at all. I know for a fact she wouldn’t approve. In fact, she’d be so mad that I’m sure she’d kick me out of the house.”

“But you did it anyway, why?”

“I got carried away. It felt so sexy…so good.”

“As good a sex with your wife?”

“We haven’t had sex for a while.”

“A long while?”

“A very long while, maybe twenty years.”

“That’s not right! Why do you stay?”

“The kids…the grand kids. Ninety-nine percent of our marriage is great.”

She was still idly stroking my swollen cock and rubbing my balls. “I see.” She sighed. “It’s a shame; she could be having so much fun, too bad. Maybe I should tell her a thing or two.”

“Don’t you dare?” I blurted.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, Mama won’t get you in trouble.” With that she started draining the bath. She attached a rubber hose to the faucet. “Let’s get you rinsed off.” The water played over my chest and belly then my arms and shoulders. “On your knees, darlin, drop your head, dear.” She rinsed my hair and back and then my butt. As the water ran between my cheeks her free hand was busy playing with my balls as her thumb massaged my anus. “Looks like your pussy needs a shave, gorgeous!” I blushed at the thought. “Straighten up, dear. I don’t want any soap irritating your legs!” The warm water played over my legs and her free hand continued to stroke my skin. She cupped my balls and focused the water between my legs. “Stand up, lover!”

When the last of the soapy water was rinsed from my legs and feet she turned the water off. “Hold still now sexy, I’ll get a towel.” She went to the cupboard and pulled out a large soft bath towel and began patting me dry. When my legs and feet were done she helped me out of the tub and dried my torso and arms. My face and neck and hair were last. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

I nodded my approval.

She got a hair brush and pointed to a chair. “Sit down, handsome, let me fix your hair.”

How could I object? Being pampered and fussed over was something I wasn’t used to. When she was satisfied she held out her hand. “I’ve got a fire going in the great room. Let’s go in there and relax.”

“But what about my clothes?”

She led me into the house. “All in good time, big boy.”

“As we entered the great room a male voice called out. “I’m having scotch neat, what can I get you?” It was you standing naked at the bar!

The woman held my hand even tighter and pulled me towards the bar. “You two need to get acquainted. I’m going to freshen up.”

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A Dominating Act Ch. 02

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Brunette

“Foxxy 105 FM, This is Trent. Kicking out the jams all morning long and

what a day it is already 86 degrees… With a high of 99 degrees! Wow, not sure if ole Sanford can handle to many more of these. REMEMBER, IF IT HITS 105, WBBF WILL GIVE AWAY A THOUSAND DOLLARS! Just be the fifteenth caller and say Nobody rocks my socks like the Foxx! Now lets jump into some music with some Kinks!”

The DJ was annoying but he played pretty good music I thought. My Lady still hasn’t woke from her ordeal from last night. Shortly after she passed out from my “oral torture” she likes to call it, I picked her up and brought her to bed. She never once stirred, My Lady was one of those that slept her best after a good orgasm. I didn’t mind, it was only nine… The day was still young. I down the last bit of tea and slide the glass away next to the ashtray. A cigarette still burning, blue smoke snaked upward to fade away. I turn on the bar stool and ease off, I head to the bathroom as I untie my robe letting it drop in the hall. The best thing I enjoyed bout this house was the bathroom, it was spacious and beautiful. The shower was really what I loved the most. Large duel head shower with enough space for at least four people. It had a bench that set out about a foot and a half made of the same tile that covered the walls. A mute Grey, the walls of the stall were smooth as pearls but the Grey marble floor was more textured. It added a interesting feeling on your soles, supposedly relaxing your feet as you showered. I can’t say I minded it.

“My Lady, care to join me?” I ask as she enters the bathroom, startling her with my words.

“How do you keep doing that Bastard.?!” She exclaims through rushed breath.

“Ahemp.” I clear my throat loudly, reminding her of her place.

The glass is very clear, I watch as her eyes widen. She freezes like a deer in the headlights, petrified. “I… Please forgive me Master.” She begs as she bows her head and her waist and place her hands behind her back, trembling just a touch. Her naked body saturated by the steam and cool air flowing about her, goosebumps freckled her skin and her nipples tighten. She is simply amazing, so easy to control and so willing to control.

“Would you like to get in My Lady?” I ask her over the streaming water.

“If I may Master.” She replies timidly. I pull the glass, sliding it open for her. Stepping in she flinches when the heat washes over her skin. She bites her lower lip as the sweltering water runs across her, stinging the still pinkish square marks on her legs. The two shower heads were not directly across from each other but offset by a foot or so. I turn and let her consume control of the heat flushing down and turn on the water to the second shower. I clench one hand around the other as the water begins to blast upon my skin. I stood as the water covered me, engulfing me, freeing all other thought. Seemed like eternity had passed as I stood there.

“My Lady.” I said as I held out my hand for hers.

She cranes her neck peering over her shoulder at me as the scalding water pounds her breasts. Twisting her body she turns to face me, placing her hand in my own. I clutch her hand wrapping my fingers tightly around her wrist and pull her roughly to me. The water splashes over our bodies, cold as ice and chilling our flesh. My Lady whimpers as the cold water flushed her skin, cooling the once burning muscles. She squirms in my arms in distress, even though the bulk of the water was sliding down my own back. Shielding her. I use my muscular form to pick her up and spin, placing her under the full stream. “Fuck!” She yelps. We stand for another long minute, my arms tightly wrapped around her shivering body. Peeking up at me, her pleading eyes crying out for release and more. I open my arms and step back, freeing her from her containment. Her mouth opens to speak but she says nothing and bows her head with the cold water falling over her luscious body.

“They are all yours My Lady.” I announced as I exited the shower. I grab a large cotton towel that is on a hook next to the shower door and run it over my body drying myself completely before putting the towel back. I could still hear both showers going and wondered which she was standing in and whether or not if she adjusted the temperature of the water. I exit the bathroom and head to the bedroom for fresh clothes, I stop briefly by the thermostat and bumped it down to sixty two and the air began to rush from the vents. I smile and head to the bedroom, thinking what a good day it was going be.

I enter the bedroom and see that My Lady had been to the kitchen before joining me in the shower. I reach down and pick up my robe, pulling it on and tying the straps into a knot. I quickly turn and head for the “Parents Retreat”, I open the door and turn on the lights as I walked in inspecting the room. The red walls made the room glow in a spooky manner, the chains swayed from the cool air blowing relentlessly from the vents. I head for antalya escort the far wall, sliding the panel to the right revealing an assortment of toys and machines. I grin to myself as I pull out Sybby and position it under the hanging chains. I lift up the front end and extend the eighteen inch legs, ease it down and do the same to the back giving the sybian a wider base. I turn heading back to the closet retrieving a pair of handcuffs and drop cord. I place the cord on the floor behind Sybby and reached up to fasten the handcuffs to the chains, finishing I return to the bedroom and wait for My Lady.

Several minutes passed before My Lady stepped into the room, only a towel around her soft curly red hair. “Are you ready My Lady?” I said stretched out over the king size bed, resting on my elbows with my legs crossed.

She beamed a smile as she says, “Yes Master.” hearing the delight in her voice.

“Superb.” I remarked as I rolled out of the bed. I walk over to My Lady and clasp her hand pulling her into the red glowing room. She stopped staring at Sybby and the dangling handcuffs, I can feel her shake. I pull her out of her daze, leading her to the black leather chair that rests against the wall closest to the door. “Crawl?” I ask looking her over as I sat.

My Lady bows gently “May I speak Master?” she asks revealing a speck of dominance.

“If you must.” I mumbled grinning.

“I was ordered to do as I wish, It was my wish to have you crawl. To see your hard dick swing as you moved your muscles… To gaze at your tight ass. I will take any punishment you decide to hand down. And if I have the chance I’d do it again.” She exclaimed defiantly.

“Very well, I will spare you from the exquisite pleasure this time… Remember your place though My Lady.” I tell her sternly, eyes a flame with irritation. I spread my robe revealing my throbbing dick, thick and ridged. “Your turn.” I ordered as I looked down at my engorged penis. My Lady dropped to her knees without hesitation taking my dick into her hand stroking up and down feverishly. She leans in and engulfs my cock with her mouth, wiggling her tongue as she swallows me whole. I dig my fingers into the soft leather arm rest as My Lady ravages my hard dick. My head falls back on to the plush leather and my eyes roll up into my skull. I moan deeply taking in the pleasure coursing through my penis. Like serpents my rough fingers tangle in her hair and I tug gently, arching her neck back making my cock plop out of her mouth with a sucking sound. I lean forward gazing over My Lady’s anguished face, she wants to finish me. I can see it in her eyes, the longing for control. I smack her left cheek fast and without mercy, “My Lady, are you a slut?”.

She smiled as we locked eyes. “Yes my Master, for you I will be anything. I would walk out of heaven for you Master.” She tells me. I pull her head back to my cock, thrusting her head down till she gags and then holding her there. My Lady had many talents but I have never encountered another that loves sucking dick more then her and she was extremely good at it. Lifting her by her hair I force her to release my dick once again, saliva stringing down from her full lips.

“I will cum now.” I commanded.

“Yes Master.” Was all she was able to say before I plunged my aching dick back into her mouth, filling her full and gagging her just a touch. My Lady sucked me with passion, deep and to the hilt. Working her tongue and lips to build up pressure, the pressure that was going to make me explode within a matter of moments. Muscles tighten as the orgasm floods my body, drowning in a sea of ecstasy. I pull her head back and griped my dick,

“Open your mouth My Lady.” I ordered. Reluctantly she obeys and opens her mouth sticking her tongue out slightly. I stroke myself a few times before I erupted into her mouth, covering her tongue and lips with cum. Pumping my cock a couple more times to make sure she wasn’t deprived of anything. I ease tight muscles as I relax back into the black leather chair, resting my exhausted body as I stare down at this ravishing woman. My Lady rests her head over my spent dick and lets my cum drip from her mouth back down to my dick before she sucks me back in, causing raptures throughout my body. She tenderly cleans my dick with her mouth, caressing the bulbous head with her lips, swallowing everything down. “Nicely done My Lady.” I told her, voice weak, trembling for what was left of my orgasm.

“I am only here to please Master. Would you desire another?” She offered.

Leaning forward I sat, peering down at My Lady with lust filled eyes. I pushed her back so her ass rested on her heels in front of me. My robe gaping open exposing my deflating penis as I stood up before her. “Your place My Lady.” I commanded. She rose and moved under the chains next to the sybian. “Hands up, My Lady.” She lifts her hands as I begin to circle around to stand behind her. She shudders as the handcuffs wrap around artvin escort her wrists snugly, “Are you ready for this My Lady?” I ask her, with the softest tone.

“Please Master, I cannot wait any longer.” She lets out in a whisper.

I push Sybby up so it rests right in front of her. “Mount it My Lady.” Without hesitation she climbs on to the sybian, sliding the eight inch dildo into her wet pussy, deeply penetrating her flesh. The chains give her just enough room to rock back and forth on the rubber penis, thrilling her to the core. Straddling the saddle she flexed her hips, driving the dildo in deeper. I pace around her, a hunter with his prey in sight. I snatch up the drop cord and begin to unravel it, walking the male end over to the outlet and plugging it in. My Lady twists to watch me intently as I approach her, I kneel and retrieve the female connector and plug it into a small slot in the back of the sybian. She moans as she sways her hips, rocking over the rubber dick building up her climax. Watching as she makes love to the saddle, my dick flexes as the fire begins to swell inside of me once more. My Lady’s cries echos in the small red room, bucking relentlessly as the orgasm builds like a wave coming to crash down on her. I walk over to the metal chest and open the third drawer on the right, fetching a small white remote control.

“Please Master… I can’t…” was all she was able to say before the dildo began to vibrate within her lush folds. Again “Pleasssse!” followed by another, while the sybian maliciously tortures her pussy. Whimpers turn to moans as moans turns into cries of pleasure. I open the Bamboo Box that sat on top of the chest and pull out a ball gag and set it next to the wooden box. I pull open a lower draw, producing a pink riding crop and placed it next to the ball gag. Finally I open a narrow draw towards the top and pull out a small vile and dropper. I twist the vile open and use the dropper to suck up a drop or two of the concoction. I snatch the ball gag and use the dropper to apply a dab of mixture on it, replacing the dropper I turn to My Lady. “Please, not that My Master.” She begged through gasps and moans.

“You speak? Who are you to speak to me… Who gave you permission to say a word?” I demanded, “You are mine as I see fit to use, best if you do not forget this.” I whispered as I come to stand behind her, I pull the gag gently over her mouth, giving her a moment to settle into it before I clasp the back hooks snugging it to her face. The Mirasol juice, a type of hot sauce, that I put on the ball sets in, My Lady wiggles and grinds the sybian as the pepper heats her mouth. Sweat glistens and beads on My Lady’s face, the heat working from top and bottom. I head back to the chest for the crop when I hear My Lady’s cell ringing from the bedroom. “Hold that thought My Lady. I will return in mere moments.” I tell her as I leave her straddling the sybian while I get her cell.

I pick the phone up just as it stops ringing, I look at the small display and see that it was Sam. I flip the phone open again and was about to hit send when the phone went off again. “Hello Sam.” I said, hearing her car rumble in the background.

“Is Stacy there? I really need to talk to her…” Sam trailed, obviously upset bout something.

“Umm, she is a little tied up at the second, can she call you back?” I question quickly.

“Please I really, really need to talk to her Kevin. Come to the front door and let me in.”

“SHIT, I thought as I flip the phone hanging up on her. I dash to the front door, stopping to adjust my robe and my returning hardness. The door clicks as I unlock the locks and turn the door knob, sure enough there stood Sam.

“I really need to see Stacy.” She told me as she pushed by me to stand in the foyer.

“Hey Sam, sure come on and make yourself at home.” I remarked sarcastically. I turn and plainly see that Sam had been crying. I open my mouth to apologize when she crashes into my chest, tears rushing down. “I’m sorry Sam, I didn’t mean to be a ass.” I offered.

“It’s fine Kevin….I’m used to it.” Sam replied as her head rested on my chest, arms around my waist. “But I’d really like to talk to Stacy, where is she?”

“Uhmm, she is in the bedroom taking a nap.” I lied and told her, “I’ll go and wake her.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.” She turned and was half way down the hall before I had a chance to say a word.

“Wait.” I yelled to deaf ears as I took off after her. I was to late, Sam entered our bedroom and it was empty, no Stacy. Sam might have missed the partially closed door if not for My Lady’s groans of pleasure. Sam dashes for the door searching for her sister.

“Sam, you might not want to do that.” I told her as she opened the door finding her nude sister withering over the sybian, her flesh was flushed and sweat covered her.

Their eyes lock. “What the fuck?!” Sam yelled. Time slowed as I stared at the pair, Sam was so much like Stacy. beylikdüzü escort Long legs, slender hips and supple breasts. Not large but just the right size. They both had fire red hair with soft curls at the ends that they kept a little just below the neck. The only difference is Sam wears glasses, which I have to say is very attractive on her. They both share a gorgeous pale complexion which really sets off the red in their hair. My Lady’s collar and breasts was splashed with tiny freckles, that adds an allure to her that drives me crazy.

“Is that a sybian?” Sam surprisingly asks. “That’s pretty neat… Wow it must be doing a number on her.”

My Lady convulsed as the second orgasm washed over her. Screeching as her climax drowned her in a ocean of euphoria. The chains rattle as they are pulled tight as she goes limp, My Lady loosing all resistance. I have seen My Lady have multiple orgasms many different ways, from the tender caress of a single woman to a fantasy rape by three men as I watched. But I have never seen one rock her so violently, was it Sam I thought when suddenly My Lady groans against the gag and that’s when I made out the safe-word from under the ball. Quickly I push past Sam and make my way to My Lady releasing the ball gag. “Please turn this fucking thing off Master!” She pleaded commandingly, she couldn’t take anymore it was getting to much for her to bear. Before I could even react the third orgasm hit her like a two ton heavy thing, sending her into orbit, releasing her body. She came harder then anything before and maybe anything to come. Sobbing as My Lady cries out, she gushes all over the dildo and saddle pooling around the sybain.

“Well….” I declared as I strolled over to the chest snatching up the small remote control.

Sam looked puzzled and kinda startled. Her eyes shifting, looking at her sister and then over to me, then back to My Lady. “So is anyone gonna answer me or what, y’all some kinda sex freaks or something?”

“Yes… Yes we are.” I answer calmly. “You see your sister is something special. A masterpiece if you will.” I went on. “Now I’d like to ask you a question.”

“What?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“I said the safe-word Master, please free me… I beg you!” My Lady pleaded, with a trembling whine.

“Shhhh, In due time, My Lady.” I told her as I placed a finger on her lips. “As I was saying Sam, I have found something new today. You see your sister… Err, umm… My Lady is my pet.” I explained as I turned to face Sam.

“Okay…?” She replied, her eyes showing a bit of confusion.

“Would you like to get back at your sister for all the times she fucked with you?” I asked her.

“How so?” She probed.

“Sam! Please don’t… This isn’t your game! He’ll hurt you!” My Lady proclaimed as she struggled against the chains, forcing her harder on to the dildo sticking off of the saddle, causing her to shake gently.

“Now… Now. It is a choice for Sam to make, you know the rules My Lady. Anyone is open to invite as long as they are willing and of sound mind. I think Sam may be up for it.” I turn my head back towards Sam staring her deep, searching for a glimpse of hope that I can bring this young woman into our world. “What do you say Sam?”

“You have my attention, what would I have to do if I decided to?” Sam inquired, folding her arms over her pert breasts staring at me then at her naked sister that was bound in front of her.

“Well I noticed something a few moments ago that I couldn’t help but take note of. You see her and I have done many things that you would never imagine, things that would make a porn star blush. She has had many magnitudes of orgasms to the purely sensual to earth shattering and beyond. But there is one thing I have never seen her do and that is squirt.” I explain as I circle My Lady, trading glances with Sam and her sister as I pass. Stopping I kneel beside My Lady and drag my fingers through the fluid on the floor, standing I suck in one of the fingers tasting her essence. Quite delectable I thought to myself. I wave the other finger in front of My Lady’s mouth, without being told she opens her mouth and slides her tongue out slightly. I force the finger in, letting her lick and suck her juices from my finger tips.

“Go on.” Sam was intrigued as she watched the act unfolding in front of her.

“I want to give you control over her, briefly.”

“And how exactly will you do that?” She responded with a slight puzzled look on her face.

“With this.” I held up the remote to the sybian and began to explain what I had in mind. “No touching or anything your not comfortable with, I understand your sisters and all…” I continue.

“Heh, who do you think taught me how to kiss.” Sam mumbled almost inaudible.

My Lady shot Sam a hellish stare, fire burned in those eyes. A fire I have never seen, I wasn’t sure if it was desire, anger, fear, or all of them combined. I laugh as I smack My Lady gently on the ass, making her moan once more. “You see, I think you can help My Lad… Err I mean your sister a lot, in many different areas. She needs release and I’m unable to provide it all on my own.” It took a lot for me to say that… To openly admit that I could not control my sub one hundred percent.

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Teaching the Teacher

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She was my teacher and I came over to her house one night after school to discuss a bad grade I got. She was a complete bitch of a teacher—she gave me a bad grade for no good reason and wouldn’t discuss it during class. Well, that wouldn’t do. I was getting ready to apply for college and I needed a great grade in this class.

You should have seen her face when she opened the door and saw me there.

Surprise mixed with outrage. She asked me what “the fuck” I was doing there.

I stammered as I tried to explain and she told me to buzz off and closed the door in my face.

I waited a few minutes and knocked again. She was incensed. I tried to plead my case and she finally told me to get my ass inside, that her neighbors would talk if they saw one of her students loitering on her porch.

She told me to sit on her couch. Oddly, she was watching pornographic films on her TV. Some really far out stuff. I had to look though I tried to hide my eyes when I did.

Acting as if everything was normal, she sat across from me on a stool, looking down at me, arms crossed.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Tell me why you felt that you had the right to violate my privacy.”

Again, I ran through my spiel. Good grade needed, college applications. Need to fix this grade. Et cetera. All the while my knees were knocking a bit and my cock getting uncomfortably hard at the sounds of the moans and slurping coming from the TV.

“I’m not about to change that grade, Louis. You did a lousy job and you got a lousy grade. Case closed.”

“But, what was so wrong?” I asked, my heart racing.

Silence.

“For Chrissakes, Louis. What is the problem? Haven’t you ever seen people fucking? trabzon escort Do you have a problem with what’s on my TV?”

“No, Ma’am… I just…”

“Let me tell you the problem. You’ve come in to my sanctuary and you’ll go back to all of your little friends and tell them what a pervert your English teacher is. You probably think that you can make me agree to give you a good grade if you keep your mouth shut.”

“No… no, Ma’am.” I said, amazed that I hadn’t thought of the idea myself.

“That’s right, you won’t do that or else I’ll tell them what you did for me.”

“What’s that, Ma’am?”

“I’ve got one way you can get a good grade on that paper, Louis. You said you’d do anything for a better grade. Well, I’m about to give you an opportunity to do anything.”

She told me to stand and strip. It took me a while to take her seriously but a swat on my rump definitely told me that she wasn’t kidding around. I couldn’t believe that I was standing naked in front of her once every inch of clothing was gone. I tried to cover my engorged cock but she wouldn’t let me. In fact, she took it upon herself to examine it and started asking me embarrassing questions.

She wanted to know how often I played with myself, how far I’ve gone with a girl, she even asked if I’ve ever thought about being with another boy!

I had to admit that I masturbated twice a day and that I’ve only ever touched a girl’s breasts and had never thought about being with a boy.

“You should try it, its fun,” she said, giving me a wink.

She had me lay down on her carpet. She stood above me, and walked around me, taking stock of my body. It felt like she was larger than life. uşak escort Before I knew it, she was standing over me, straddling my head with her feet, and I was looking up her skirt at her black panties.

She knew I was looking at her. Teasing me, she dropped down and pinned my arms down with her knees. It was slightly difficult to breath with her legs on either side of my head but it was worth it. I was given the privilege of returning her gaze as she looked down at me, helpless.

Her pussy was mere inches from my face with only a thin piece of fabric from her panties between it and me. She allowed me to feel her warmth by lowering herself onto my face. She allowed me to take in her heady aroma. She even allowed me to hear that her pussy was wet, by sticking a finger into her panties and inserting it into her. I would do anything to smell or taste that finger.

Knowing this, she asked me if I’d take a beating to taste her. “Yes, yes, anything,” I say, breathlessly.

She got off of me and had me kneel, my ass in the air, resting on my elbows. I heard her move behind me and I shuddered. Before I knew it, I heard the soft whistling of what I later learned was a “cat-o-nine tails.” The tails of the cat made contact with my ass, stinging me slightly and surprising me more.

She gave me ten blows, I felt my butt get hot from the whipping. I whimpered between each of them, at once wincing from the pain and realizing that each blow made me more aroused.

“There, there. That’s a good little pussy boy. You do want to take another for me, don’t you?”

Of course I did. I whispered, “Yes, please.”

Another blow landed upon me. And then another. And a third. Each van escort making my body jump with the stinging pain.

“What do you say, slut?” she asks, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Thank you. Thank you for the pain.”

“Good boy. Seems that you might not be as stupid as I thought. Let’s see how quick of a study you are.”

She had me turn around and sat down before me. She removed her panties, allowing me to see her bare, shaved pussy. “Eat me,” she said.

After a while she had me stand and wrapped a few rubber bands around my balls, snapping them and hurting me. She left the room and came back with some clothespins that she used on my nipples, enjoying every little whimper. She had me get back down on my knees and told me that she was going to give me another first….

With that, I felt her fingers going up and down the crack of my ass, massaging my virgin asshole. I didn’t even need to ask what she planned on doing as I felt drops of lubricant hit where her fingers had just been. She used one finger at first but it felt like it might as well have been five as she pushed inside of me.

She started fucking me with one finger and asked me if I could take two. I don’t know where it came from but I nodded in assent. Two fingers became three and, finally four.

“Damn, you little slut, if we had more time, I’d fist your fucking ass,” she said, finally pulling her hand out of me and leaving me crumpled on the floor.

As a final act of humiliation she had me masturbate in front of her, her hand cupped at the end of my cock. When I came she held it up and made me slurp it out of her palm.

She took the paper and wrote “B+” on it, giving it back to me and telling me that my next paper could be an A if I kept working as well as I had. With that, she told me to get the fuck out of her house and that if I mentioned this to anyone that she had a nice videocassette that she could share with my teenage friends.

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Operation Pucks and Panties Pt. 01

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Amateur

I grew up a hockey fan. I’ve always loved the sport, and I’ve always had a fetish interest in being a woman, as well as serving women. I’ve always wanted to dress like a woman (more specifically, I have a fetish interest in wearing women’s nail polish and wearing women’s underwear).

Everytime I buy the SI Swimsuit, issue I picture myself wearing those gorgeous bikinis.

For the first time, out of pure curiosity, I tried on a pair of panties. It was one of the greatest decisions of my life, and it can say without a doubt that it changed my life forever.

From the moment on, I knew that while those were the first pair of panties I had ever tried on, they certainly would not be my last.

The feel of the satin panties caressing tightly around my rock hard dick and my ass just make me feel so aroused.

The lace on the panties was so feminine.

The pink color of the panties immediately turned me on.

They just felt so much better than men’s underwear.

I felt so feminine too (in a sexy kind of way). I felt like this is who I’m supposed to be.

This is the story of how I bought my first (in store) pair of panties, and became a pantyboy for life.

I kept wearing panties, and I felt so dirty and horny in them.

Now back to the hockey.

One day last February, I decided to head to Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY to check out a hockey game. I had been to that arena before for college basketball. Before the college basketball game I had a bite to eat at the Atlantic Terminal Mall located just across the street from yalova escort Barclays Center. Inside the mall I noticed there was a Victoria’s Secret store.

I immediately got a tingling sensation inside my body. But at the time, I was there with a friend, and I also didn’t have the balls to walk into Victoria’s Secret by myself.

I was afraid what the women inside the store would think of a 25 year old guy walking into a Victoria’s Secret store all by himself, and shopping for panties for that matter. Moreover, I was afraid they would think I’m a panty perv.

That all changed when I went back to Brooklyn for a hockey game last February. The hockey game I went to ended fairly early during the day, so as I was leaving the arena I decided to walk over to the Atlantic Terminal Mall across the street. Once inside the mall I took a deep breath and decided to face my fears and walk into Victoria’s Secret for the first time ever (on my own). I had finally decided it was time to stop hiding my panty fetish love by buying them in person in store, rather than buying them online.

Once inside the store I was immediately grew nervous. I had no idea what size Victoria’s Secret panties I needed, or where in the store to look for the panties. A bunch of women shopping in the store gave me a bunch of weird looks. All I could do was focus on finding the right pair of panties for me and getting out of there as fast as possible. But I must say I felt so alive being in there, my heart was racing, and my dick was throbbing. It felt hard as a rock.

The entire store zonguldak escort was filled with panties and bras (2 of my favorite things). The perfume inside the store smelled so sexy and feminine. The store has pink all around it, my favorite color (and a very sexy color at that). And inside the store was music playing from Fifty Shades of Grey, my favorite movie.. I wanted one of the workers in the store to take me in the changing room and dress me in panties and bras. Unfortunately I wasn’t that daring though.

As I was searching through the drawers of panties, one woman gave me a particular dirty look. I responded by telling her that “I was there shopping for my girlfriend” (even though I had none). And luckily for me, it was reasonably close to Valentine’s Day. In the drawer I finally found a pair of gorgeous pink Dream Angels Cheekini panties, as well as a pretty white bikini panty pair. They were so sexy and even though they ended up being a couple of sizes small, I would feel so aroused wearing them.

Upon gathering my selection and reaching the cash register, I had to wait in line for what seemed like eternity. There was women in the store staring at me from all over. I didn’t care though, I am a pantyboy, and I was finally unafraid to show it no matter what people thought.

The lady at the cash register looked at me funny when I got up there and I once again and said “I’m shopping for my girlfriend.” As I left the store I showed the security guard my receipt, and just smiled to myself, and she smiled back.

I had finally done it! I zonguldak escort had gone into a Victoria’s Secret store for the first time on my own! I then immediately went down the escalator and into a shoe store to put my panties on.

The panties felt so sexy despite being a couple of sizes too small. On the subway ride home that night, I had a huge bulge in my pants from my rock hard dick in my panties. I noticed a bunch of people staring at me. Once again I didn’t care though, I felt so sensual. I felt like I had finally made it. After Hiding my panty fetish from the outside world, I had finally come out as a pantyboy.

My advice to any man who loves panties is to grow a pair, (no matter what size your dick is), and to face your fears by going into a Victoria’s Secret store, and start buying your panties in person. If you’re feeling extra horny tell the cashier “You’re there buying the panties for yourself.” It will help you immensely and make you feel that much sexier, and hornier.

Buying those panties in Victoria’s Secret changed my life forever. Thank you Victoria’s Secret for helping me realize my true purpose in life: To become a woman pleasing pantyboy sissy! I now shop for panties exclusively at Victoria’s Secret, and wear Victoria’s Secret panties 24/7 365!

I have a Victoria’s secret account and will soon own the angel card. I feel welcome at every Victoria’s Secret location in America! And every man should too!

I went back to the Atlantic Avenue location in Brooklyn for the 2nd time last December and made my 1st 5 panties for $27.50 purchase. It was the greatest purchase of my life. I will be blogging about that soon.

I am a pantyboy, and am working my way towards becoming a pantyboy sissy, who will be ready to serve women as they please.

Thank you Victoria’s Secret!

~~~JPantyBoy.

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